I'm upset, I want to cry, no body knows what this feels like, and every single well wish and I'm proud of you feels like patronizing. I can't deal with this.

Why can't I have a fucking stick of celery?

Irrational Craving #7

Egg Salad Sandwich with Cheddar Broccoli Soup

Afternoon Nap

I had a dream—and you were there, and you, and you. There were leftovers from some feast that included food that was vaguely hawaiian or asian (filipino, chinese). I started eating before I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be eating. I didn't want to stop. I started sucking on the food until all the flavor was out. I ran into another room crying.

People were waving large plates of food in my face. And you. And you too. Plates full of everything I wanted. Plates full of everything I want.

It sucks that, on day three, this shit is infiltrating my dreams. I take chewable vitamins with my breakfast shake—there's a slight solace! Something in my mouth.

Irrational Craving #6

WAITER: So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls

MARK: Eww

COLLINS: It tastes the same

MIMI: If you close your eyes

WAITER: And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?

ALL: Wine and beer!

MIMI & ANGEL: To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese, to leather, to dildos, to curry Vindaloo, to Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou.

So maybe I'm not hungry for Dildos. Or Maya Angelou. But you get the picture.

I'll remember this next time I want to watch RENT with Whitney.

Irrational Craving #5

red velvet cupcake and a pork chop. seriously? ridiculous.

Irrational Craving #4

Not even a scary illustration of a white kid can take away this hunger pain.

Half an hour until 2.4. I think we'll do chocolate.

Irrational Craving #3

Pepeaos, also known as Ha Gao. Shrimp Dimsum. Yes.