I was at EPCOT today.
I want to have a giant sleepover party where people don’t end up whining like little bitches. YOU IN?
You know I’m in. In a little over a week…
niki:
I feel that everyone is pretending to like fruit. It’s like one of those universal conventions that everyone subscribes to, like how helping others feels good and that god is plausible. Fruit is gross.
I still force myself to eat it, but it’s a chore. A chore. Gettin’ the Ajax out and scrubbing the shit around your shower’s taps away with an old toothbrush chore. Changing the battery in a wall clock chore. Getting that last corner of the fitted sheet on your mattress when your bed is in the corner of a room chore.
I can’t even comprehend eating fruit outside of a pre-packaged supermarket fruit salad type situation. When I look at people in the supermarket buying a whole pineapple or even, y’know, a thing of rockmelons, I think “shit, are you really going to sit there and cut that up?” What’s the point?
FUCK YOU. Fruit is the best. And what the Christ are “rockmelons?”
— Eric
