YUCK?

Boys Are Like Food

In the art dome, 3am, chomping down my super nachos.

Some boys are like nachos.

They’re good at first but if you let them sit for a while, they get soggy. If you’re really, really hungry, they’ll do, but it’s probably because the fridge is empty. Though there are people who like soggy nachos.

Some boys are like ramen.

What you crave in the middle of the night. They’re convenient; easy to make, easy to finish. If they’re in one of those cups, no dish washing necessary, a rubbish bin will suffice. Not a dish you’d serve to the parents.

Some boys are like garlic bread.

So enjoyable, so filling. You don’t need a mood for garlic bread, it’s always going to be good. It has no qualms with you having soup and spaghetti at the same time. But people are always going to know if you’ve had it, so post-procedures (like gum) are necessary.

Some boys are like McDonald’s.

They can sit for weeks and weeks and fail to mold - and that’s when you realize how terrifying they are. 

So it’s obvious I’ve been eating too much junk food. I love food.