I broke up with Food, the one with the bad rep.

It is official.

What is?, you may be asking ,

or not caring to waste energy on that  because you know I will be answering the question now.

My breakup with Food.

Yes,

I am known to break up

And return to Food with an open heart,

forgiving Food for all fat it have caused

Yet what food,

does not know is

I am sneaky too.

While food thinks

Its bringing me closer

To make my gauge pass overload,

and cause an explosion.

I am going to the gym.

Where considering to return to that Food,

With a bad rep,

Is similar to taking

Two steps forward

and then the chain

which you didn’t realize Food shackled to your ankle

pulls you all the way back,

scraping and bruising your body and mind.

I cannot take food back.

At least not the one I was with,

who had the bad rep.

Not So Very Cute Pet Names

• I love you, my little garbage can.
• You’re the cutest, my moldy rock pointing north.
• I couldn’t stop thinking of you, stinky Stella.
• Oh you really shouldn’t have,  my expired egg salad sandwich.
• Thank you so much, my monthly bill I act doesn’t exist.
• Good morning, my wrinkly walrus.
• How was your day, cow pie?
• Your hair looks…alright better, my sweaty gym socks.

Fueling the Addiction.

I want one!! (: What holiday is coming up that allows other people to spend their money on me? ….uhhh…. mmmm… a little help here?!?!? …hmm…Valentines? So this is as a good as I could do on my excuse: BUNNY OF LOOOOOOVE. YEAH! (: See he wants a hug…and some brains. It kind of reminds me of Timmy Turner’s zombie bunny.