I think of you and lick my lips, You've got the taste I can't resist.

There's something wrong with me b/c I actually remember this song.
@wakeupfarah @nifty-nikki @withacherryontop
 
Day 4.
 
Today I ate:
-A bagel as I ran to work, late as usual.
-Some cheese doodles while I filed [orange residue everywhere, super professional.]
-Went to lunch with a co-worker, ate crab cakes and baby green salad.
-Picked up some red vines on our way back to the office.
-Nice and warm out, so I picked up ice cream on my way home. [I walked, so that balances out right?]
-There was only lettuce in my fridge, so I had salad for dinner.
 
So if you haven’t noticed, I eat like a fucking pig. It’s a problem, honestly, but I don’t care enough to change my ways just yet. I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism but I’m sure that can’t last much longer. Eventually I’ll need to start dieting or at least I’ll need to stop eating like a football player [aka fat ass] but not today. The fact of the matter is that I’m just in love with food. It’s one of the only things my mother and I have ever bonded over, which sounds kinda sad when you think about it for too long lol. Moving on… Part of our bonding involved her teaching me how to cook, a skill that I have come to depend on quite a bit. They’re not kidding when they say life in the city is expensive! Sadly, I cannot cook as well as her, but I can cook enough to survive [e.g.- Italian and Spanish food, which is all I really eat anyway. So I’m kind of set.] Whenever I have a taste for something else, I order it or force Wednesday to cook it for me. Luckily, she’s sweet enough to actually do it as long as I buy the ingredients.
 
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This is shorter than what I wanted it to be but I'm rushing so yeah...