i walked into the kitchen with my can of tuna at 1145. i had eaten a small piece of cake this morning and it was time for some tuna. something of ’substance.’
“youre not going to eat that are you?”
“yeah. why?”
“because we ordered lunch for everyone and it will be here at one.”
“but you ordered pizza, right?”
“yeah, but i got cheese pizzas and some vegetarian, too.”
“oh. ok. great!”
i proceeded to open my can of tuna, put it in a bowl and walked to my office where i ate it with organic wheat thins and a diet 7up.
hey WORLD- i dont want YOUR food. i dont want PIZZA. i want to eat tuna and i want you to leave me alone. let me be happy.