If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
There are crackers. So many crackers. Portable, and don’t require heat or cold. Ritz crackers and club crackers. Some of them have bologna, and most of them have cheese. Fake cheese, which I get crap about from my friends, but fake cheese is delicious and I will defend it until I die. Yeah it’s a bright orange color that probably doesn’t occur naturally, but it’s so delicious. And stays good forever. In an attempt to eat something real and maybe healthy, I have granola bars, in much more natural and reassuring colors. Brownish tans, or tannish browns? With tiny marshmallows that make white dots. It’s all sticky, and reminds me of horse feed. I also have cookies. Soft, round, delicious sugar cookies with bright yellow icing and oblong rainbow sprinkles. They’re my favorite, so colorful, and fluffy, and sweet. They smell like sugar, and remind me of birthdays, with cakes that have buttercream icing. I love birthdays, anyone’s birthday, because cake. It’s been so hot lately that I’ve just been drinking water, out of my 36 oz heavy duty water bottle.