chronic and persistent logorrhea

It’s awkward enough having to make small talk with my neighbors in the parking lot…click for details

when i read articles like this, it’s one of the few occasions i’m grateful to be a lesbian…i’m so glad i’ll never have to dress anyone…much less someone i’m fucking

i agree with what mr. smith has to say

pureed peas are baby food…i’d be embarrassed to serve this…or to be served this…the ny times’ food section is turning into taste of fucking home…

i’m apparently the only one who feels this way, but it is…it’s not real food…it’s extruded sugared corn sludge, which people for some reason soak in milk to revert it back to sludge form…it’s impossible to eat without resulting in nauseating backwash…the varieties that don’t smell like fruit-scented air fresheners smell like hamster food…

its near-universal popularity is, to me, a complete mystery…everyone says it’s because it’s convenient, but how is it quicker than fruit or yogurt or toast? you know, actual food?

cereal was invented for babies and invalids…in other words, people who can neither chew nor digest their food properly…as a kind of primitive similac/ensure…and the fact that people who can eat normally nevertheless choose to eat like those who can’t is, to me, a sign of the infantilization of american society…

these are not the interests of people who get laid on a regular basis