My mind is a damp and cold place. I kill people I save people I maim people I hate people, without them I'd be bored, probably, maybe, who fuckin knows I guess I just suppose, I know zilch and think I might know everything and that might explain a lot or absolutly nothing, my mind is twisting so the thoughts race again I'm in a damp and cold place where others are the problem, not me.
Dont tell her about expiration dates it's a scam the government created to make you throw away good food. "if it tastes like tin, throw it in the bin" other than that she's gonna eat it.
I find myself pretending to eat, mashing it all together trying to make it appear smaller, rolling things in my napkin, then figuring out I've run out of hiding spots, now it's time to fake heartburn and ask for an antacid and Cling-wrap for my plate.
Then suddenly I hop on to the dinning room table and start...
This guy kept telling me how he's so lonely and I suggest a cat or dog and of course now allergies are involved, I mention he should then maybe get a fish or lizard and he laughs it off. My next suggestion is a pet rock or one of those leashes that looks like you have an invisible dog and then the guy just walked off.