Food Wall

No, not a wall made out of food. Although that would be awesome. I would eat my way through any food wall; it would be perfect if I had been kidnapped. It would be perfect if I was like Ice Man Bobby (I'm very sure that is his technical name) in X-Men II and able to chuck up a ice (food) wall at will.

No, food wall refers to the fact that I hit a wall yesterday after indulging in my piece of cake. It was very sweet but not exquisite. I had been looking forward to it so much. As I lay in bed last night, I thought about what I should eat tomorrow. And nothing appealed to me. I was even hungry in bed last night. Nothing seemed like it would satiate my "hunger" because I was hungry for something non-existent and I'm still not sure what it is.

I went grocery shopping at Woolworths today and lo' and behold, they are stocking two new Chobani flavours; blackberry and apricot. I've been looking forward to them rolling out the new flavours (others include COCONUT and orange creme) so I was nearly unhealthily excited when I saw them on the shelf. I picked up those two in addition to (my favourite) pear and (my second favourite) lemon. I also bought some Be Natural cereal on special, yeast (I want to bake bread. The last time I bought yeast, I used it once, the bread turned out crap and the yeast sat in my pantry for nearly a year until it expired) and 99c soy milk!

I am so excited about all of these purchases and cannot wait for breakfast tomorrow.

For your further reading and interest, I have a gigantic pussy pimple on my face. It is right on/adjacent to quite a prominent mole on my face. This, in itself, is hilarious because what are the chances of a pimple implanting itself right on a mole? I mean, what is the area of a mole? Like 1/10cm^2. Someone do the maths for me. I am very impressed by the work of this pimple. Sadly, the pimple is giving me grief because it's inflamed, disgustingly pussy and I feel like everyone is looking at it! Who knows if they are (maybe they're looking at my mole. We will never know) but I feel like they are. I refuse to pop it because it's kind of gross and, back in the day when I was obsessed with my acne, I vowed to never pick another pimple in my entire life so I could avoid scars. Since then (some 6+ years) I have not picked a pimple.

And thus ends the saddest blog post in the history of blogs.

J