To prevent myself from eating more or later than I ought to, I brush my teeth after feeling sufficiently fed. The idea is that if I do feel like eating anything despite not actually needing anything (not that we eat certain foods necessarily because we need to, more because we want to), I'll be too lazy to go through the arduous task of repeatedly dragging a tiny plastic bristled brush with a dab of cherry flavored goo across my enamel to render my mouth too hygienic to be allowed to come in contact with any more foodstuffs. Of course, the mouth cleaning ritual doesn't end with foamy spittage; I mustn't forget to floss in between every set of neighboring teeth to dislodge stubborn confetti-like bits of stuff I had eaten hours ago.
Anyhoo, if you don't know where this is going, I did end up eating more. Damn.
My dinner consisted of a banana, plum, orange, nectarine, half an avocado, a handful of raw pine nutes and a chunk of raw blueberry "cheesecake" stuff. It's definitely enough food to end my day with. Yet the after-meal added another banana, plum, and orange. That's like...[counts on fingers]...a gazillion servings of fruit. And I still feel like eating something.
Hohum. I've been through this before.
My asthma is better than it was a week ago, but it's not completely gone. Still need to stick to a cleaner diet. Fruits. Nuts. Repeat as necessary. I know you want to eat out (or want me to eat out for you), but any eating excursions that involve some type of grain (if anyone's wondering how I chose what to eat or not eat on my diet, my simple explanation is that I made it up and no one besides my mum can sway my decisions) will have to wait until the ol' lungs deem me worthy of their oxygen transporting qualities. I don't feel like things will clear up by the end of the month. And that's an optimistic prediction.
Don't look at me that way. I don't know why two young women would be entranced by a ginormous vibrating egg that seemed to materialize out of a ginormous cartoon chick. That's the kinda thing that would make me run far, faaar away, in case the short skirted woman in the billboard coming to life didn't freak me out enough.
I think American pizza menus are ridiculously tame in comparison to Pizza-La's offerings. While I don't see the Funky Egg on the website, they proudly describe the "New Funky" as "Very popular pizza among the child!! Because softly egg and Mayonnaise souce." Yeah man, kids are pre-wired with a taste for soft eggs and mayo. I'm also intrigued by the Get's™, described as "Best pizza for garlic lovers!!" Is this the favorite pizza of someone named "Get"? Or is it a command reinforced with an apostrophe "s"? And this name is trademarked?
I love the overusage of exclaimation marks throughout the menu. It makes me want "Shrimp fritter of rich taste, and delicacy full of special-make aurora sauce!!" so badly.
There's also microwavable cupcakes for your dog:
I think that they don't even get a real dog to eat the stuff is telling of how appealing it is to the average canine. Unless I'm reading incorrectly, the possible flavors appear to be cheese, pumpkin, and apple. Mm....hm. Hm. Mm.
I better go brush my teeth now. For the second time.