I have to fast for the tests tomorrow, I’m now about 21 hours into the fasting and my every thought is about food, glorious food! I’d make a fucking pathetic anorexic or ‘lost’ character.
I’ve noticed that 80% of TV commercials are about, you guessed it, food. Freshly cooked, steaming hot and yummy looking food that is just so damn sexy that it gets stuck in your head until you eat it. As I type this there a commercial on right now, advertising a drop dead gorgeous pasta dish, I could marry this pasta dish in a seedy Vegas wedding right now if it would only agree to let me eat it during the honeymoon.
TV commercials aren’t the only thing taunting me either, my beloved blogs have let me down, Max Barry did an entry about how another author is using the same stock photo of a donut that was going to be used for cover of his new book Company. It’s a yummy, soft, chewy, glazed donut. I dare not click on Cupcakes Take the Cake, for I know that will be the end of me.
Damn you TV and blogs, damn you to hell!
Ok, no more food thoughts. From now on all Iâ€™ll think about is other things, such as… bunnies. Yes, bunny rabbits. Fluffy, white, little bunnies hopping around, wiggling their cute little tails, hoping into traps and then being roasted with herbs and garlic, little potatoes, pumpkin, peas, gravy and… Fuck!
Send food, NOW!