Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because Eating Sandwiches Through A Needed Ain't Fun

Everyday my mom makes me a sandwich that I could eat in school. Most of the time it consists of couple slices of cheese, tons of lettuce, tomato, and some other various vegetables. I say most of the time, because yesterday it certainly wasn't that time. It was plain bread with couple slices of a cucumber and a tomato in it. I felt really embarassed by this sandwich. I was munching on it while my friends had a good hearthy laugh about it. I felt so poor. Yea. So today, I got another sandwich. I pull the slices of bread apart, and as expected: lettuce, cheese, tomato and other veggies. But goodness, the cheese, there was probably a quarter of a pound there. I am deeply confused by those sandwiches. Was my mom trying to make up for yesterday?

But you may say, why not stop complaining and make my own sandwich? Well, I've got this thing about food, if it's not wrapped, I won't touch it. I hate touching food, I usually hold everything with a napkin. I think food is just nasty, but I eat it because I have to and because it's so damn good. I also won't eat anything that takes more than 10 minutes to make. Yea. And since I had some stomach problems earlier last year where I couldn't digest anything, and within couple weeks I lost more than 20 lbs (had to be fed through a needle... not fun), my mom tries to take care of me and forces me to eat. Yea, who would've thought that forcing someone to eat is so not fun.

9:28 p.m. - January 31, 2006

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