my fridge

i go through these waves that are reflected in my refridgerator. i fluctuate between my mom and my dad. sometimes i'm my mom. i have fresh foods and leftovers from the many different days i cooked dinner. i have shit to make sandwhiches to take to work and healthy, yet delicious, treats to snack on. lots of water and juices going on.

i am currently not on that wave. i am defintely going by way of my father right now. i have ice cream and popsicles in the freezer. i do have vegetarian sausages, but they're always there. the fridge is the worst, though. right before i left for NYC i got rid of all old food and shit. i was going to be gone for 4 days and i wasn't looking forward to random, unidentifiable smells coming out of my kitchen. after i cleaned it out, i had some orange juice, hot dogs, cheese and sour cream...oh, and a door full of condiments, a la Fight Club...how embarrassing. i went shopping today, but came out with three boxes of cereal, milk, yogurt, and apples. oh, yea, and more cheese, Kool-Aid and pudding.

i am definitely living the bachelorette life, right now. if only i liked beer, i'd have a fridge full of Coronas or something. i've just been so tired. besides, who the hell wants to cook over heat when the humidity is sucking the air directly from your lungs? for dinner i ended up eating sushi. i don't even like sushi. i had three...no, wait, four...california rolls and a klondike bar for dinner. i'm wack and i'm wrong for it. i'm eating like my dad. next thing you know, i'll be laying in front of the tv watching a basketball game eating mixed nuts, drinking iced tea and pepsi mixed, with the phone unplugged from the wall.