When Laura left my house on Sunday, she left a ginormous block of cheese. It had not even been open. So you want to know what I did with that cheese? I started eating it. And eating and eating...worse than a fucking mouse. So last night I threw almost half a block of ginormous cheese away, as well as a ginormous box of crackers. I freed myself. And really have no desire to eat cheese.
But I think trashing the cheese added some extra oomph to my life. I woke up early and full of energy. I am having a good hair day. The pants I put on felt a little better than they did the last time I wore them. The shell successfully came off my hard boiled egg this morning. The amount of work I have to do is making the day go by quickly.
It just all feels too good. Something has got to happen to really piss me off. And you want to know something else, if it does, I will throw more food in the trash. I mean, if I have to sacrifice eating for good joo joo, I will.
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