black bean fiesta

I seriously need to learn how to grocery shop. My way doesn’t really make much sense. It’s not really ideal to let the cupboards get down to “oh my god we’re starving to death” levels, then roll into the store and fill up 47 cars and spend 90-million dollars. I mean, sure, it may make sense at the time you’re moaning about being too “lazy to go to the store, I’ll go this weekend”, which turns into the weekend after that & the weekend after that &… yeah, you get where this is going. I used to go once a month with the same results (47 carts, 90-million dollars). My brain can’t seem to grasp that it’s A-OK to pop ‘round to the store when you run out of something. ONE SOMETHING, NOT FORTY, OH GOD WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE. I don’t know… it would probably be nicer to my checking account, who knows?

I also need to stop eating fast food. Fast food apparently sustains my life during the work week. Since we moved to our new location I’ve rarely brought my lunch. Probably because I have to utilize the plebeian break-room and it jacks up my anxiety. STOP FUCKING STARING AT ME no one’s staring darling. I usually just eat in my car like a loser. Or if the weather sucks, inside whatever restaurant I decide to visit. But, yeah… I should stop eating fast food, at least as much as I do. I bypassed the fast food today and it was nice. Hot food you buy inside of a gas station is “fast food”, right? I mean, sure, it only took the lil’ guy behind the counter about 5 minutes to throw it in a container, but whatever man. :P I ate so many fried okras… mmmmmmm. ha ha!

But yeah, I felt totally different after arriving back at Ye Old Workplace after lunch. I usually have this sort of heavy feeling. I’m usually cranky as balls when I come back, too. Today, nada. I seriously FELT lighter. I wasn’t cranky, either. Had to be because I didn’t eat crap, right? Totally. And if not, don’t tell me because that’s what I’m sticking with. SHUTUP. It was nice. And since I totally went grocery shopping Wednesday night, I should take some time in the mornings to MAKE A DAMN LUNCH. You can still eat it in your car in the park, loser. The ducks don’t care. They’re not laughing at you. Seriously, it’s totally with you. I promise and you can totally trust me. :D