melly

The other day, I was on a lunch break from hell, er, I mean work. I was eating Instant lunch, or what is otherwise known as Cup o Ramen. I hate that shit so much, but alas, I am but a poor retail slave. Anyways, while I was eating in solitary confinement, I had a revelation. I have decided that from now on, I am going to eat whatever the fuck I want to eat. Fuck food budgets.. I don't like the idea of dying that day, and when my stomach contents are examined by the coroner, only ramen noodles are found. I can't fathom the idea of my last meal ever being cup o noodles. It's balls out or nothing from now on. Yes, I want sushi, not fucking ramen.

I would like a bed now so that I can get some sleep. I sure need it.