Me When I am eating:
Me: This
food.. did god himself make it?
Me: Everyone must think I am a slob.
Me: I have been starving since noon!
Me: This long distance relationship with
the fridge is OVER.
Me: I am taking it to my room.
Me: My mom has skills in the kitchen. She is
like freaking Bobby Flay.
Me: What if someone tried to take my food?
Me: I would stab them with my fork.
Me: Forks can be deadly.
Me: I wonder if I could stick this fork in the
wall.
Me: Okay, on three.
Me: One.
Me: Two.
Me: Three!
Me: Yeah, nevermind, my mom would kill me.
Me: I love food.
