I went through a stage of taking pictures of all the food I ate . It seemed harmless at the time. A cute reminder of the delights I was shoving down my gob that day. A few months on and I understand why I did this.
My past self hates me. She wants me to suffer. Looking at these photographs makes me long to reverse time and stuff my face with the food of yesteryear but I can’t do this… why can’t I do this?
I know how trivial all this must seem. And it is, I know. You’re probably saying something like; “Reeeally?! This is what you want to do your words on?” And to that I say, I’ve been writing SUPER HARD for a really long time and I just wanted an excuse to look at some old pictures of food, okaaay! So back off you mean, old farts and join me on my journey of food.
What is my life?
|Quiche from the Veggie Cafe, soo much food. And yes, I remember the greatness of this day very well…|