Viva la Fat

i logged onto blogger and found myself staring at the anonymous silhouette version of me.

i attempted to take a picture of myself to post up. for some reason cameras never capture the forgiving light in my room. with the flash i'm like this pale ghost surrounded by darkness, without it i look yellow. And for some reason my camera has the ability to capture every flaw. one area of my forehead looked funny, like shiny mass or wrinkles. i had bags under the eyes. there were shiny and dull areas in my face. i waited for the pixels to clear but they didn't. it was all me. i will settle for the silhouette.

i was discussing food with ann and we like fat. fat tastes good. not like bites of lard or the grease that floats up in liquid but things like bacon, fried apple pie, and dark mystery meat chicken nuggets.

the world is trying too hard to force us to be healthy. i get that some people are dangerously obese but eliminating foods from menus won't save them. one has to choose to eat healthy. if people want to eat bad they will find ways to do it. besides why should i lose my favorite foods just because some lack will power? bring back the ribwich!

pretty soon they'll install chips inside us that will keep track of what we've consumed. these same chips will give off a foghorn like sound when we attempt to eat more than we're allowed. everyone will know that you were the one that ate the rest of the coleslaw and a handful of potato wedges in the middle of the night. but until that day comes let me decide what to eat. if i want to eat fat i'm gonna and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

there was this one time at a bbq drew, alice and i were eating pieces of cold butter. good times.