freyah

Sugar. That's all I want, always. Let me break it down. Tuesday, I physically degraded myself with a second to question my actions by snatching up M&M's off the floor that I had dropped, and popping them in my mouth. They weren't even the yummy peanut ones, either.

Today, I ate a cookie just sitting in my cupboard, not in a box, package or anything. It was dust free, looked new, and slightly stiff to the bite. And it was fucking good. I'd do it again. Some of my days goes a little something like this: chocolate bar, pepsi, snack, chocolate bar, pepsi, candy, chocolate bar...

I am now officially out of any foods high in sugar content, on the floor or otherwise. I guess it's pepsi to fill the void. -GAH!- I want me some candy! Im slipping into the mainstream world. It's bleak here. No colorful flashing lights, cars to smash with big hammers (and believe me, I could really go for some smashing), and saddest of all, there is a lack of those fucking righteous heavy metal band mirrors in my home and my life. Dammit all to hell!