It's because I like fast food.

DISCLAIMER: Fat people (in body/mind/whatever) don't read ...

I LOVE fast food. I love the whopper burger, I have it every thursdays. I LOVE the doublecheese burger too from McDonalds!! I love PapaJohns Pizza and coca cola classic.

I weigh 118lbs now, How many people want to bet how much I'm gonna weigh when I turn 24?

What caused this reminisce of fatty foods? Well, today I cooked one of my very healthy meals. Beef stew with veggies and rice. It was ... whats the word, ... not bland ... what does cardboard taste like? I think we should make cardboard a word to describe food. Yes, it was cardboard.

I haven't had my fatty unhealthy foods in a while ... I'm going to get a doublecheese burger ...

So a familiar hell ... I feel it coming along ... a creeping fleeting feeling of discontent. I have all my life ignored this and it always turned out not to be just doubting thomas syndrome but a dark omen.

We just had a presentation educating us on how our pay is going to change. We will now be payed upon activity based performance. Essentialy, the company determines how much you are worth, they tell you for exceptional work we will pay you $'xy' and for shitty work, the minimum wage. Now, this sounds VERY reasonable. I have no doubt at all in my mind that this will work well for the corporate industry. But I did really like my hourly wage and unlimited overtime.

I became a master and heavily abused the system. I take home ridiculous paychecks for an entry level job. Don't look at me like that, if I had the expertise and guts to rob a fargo I'd do it. I have no qualms whatsoever in getting money in what would be considered "unethical" ways to obtain...

I applied for a night job at McDonalds right across from where I live and I got the job. lol. I'm going to decline it and apply for shift managaer, if I get that, I'll decline it again and apply for manegerial status.

I am awsome.

I discovered what is wrong with me ... a personality. I lack one. I'm also short sighted but have been tremendously lucky so far. The secret to life is really living it. That's the reason were here. To live.

I thought that in order to curb my bad luck with all my accomplishments was to plan out everything. It worked well. It definitely did NOT work out as I planned. I never moved out of state. I moved five minutes away from my parents. It was a tie between Miami and NYC. But I had my car to pay for and insurance and I realy liked my apartment. Plus out of state fees were expensive. So furnish your apartment, live the life of a bachelor and then go to school.

How swank would that have been. I would be having a kickass apartment all to myself, a car, in school, I would be patrick swayze!! Finally, I would have had a form of compensation for my lack of personality.

Personality, whats that by the way?

I work hard, work out, sleep...

Well,

On a snap decision to go study abroad (somewhere where allegedly it's free) I was faced with quite a dillemma. My King size bed. I just got it. It's less than three months old. My apartment has no furniture save for the bed and the night stand. With a lamp on it. I must say my bedroom is very beutiful. Before I invite girls to my house I ask them "wanna see where tha magic doesn't happen?" We all know how succesful that has been lately.

What does a suingle guy who never get's any action need a King Size bed for, you ask ... you see, ever since I was born I slept on a single bed. VERY FUCKIN' UNCOMFORTABLE. So I, casting all illusions of moderation aside, went all out and purchased a King size bed.

No later than a week of owning it outright as mine and my own only I get a call from my aunt in Germany who has been having extensive conversations with my mom and wants me to go live with her. Now I would never turn away a chance to...