Or at the very least, no food = unhappiness.
Today I am discovering how much I LOVE food. I love the smells, the textures, the feel of it moving in my mouth, the sensation of my hunger being slowly appeased.
And I can’t fucking eat. This is the very small down side to being knocked out for my tooth extraction. Oh, and the fact that the anesthesia costs more than the surgery. Heh. It’ll allllll be worth it in the long run. But I should stop talking to people cause I can feel the snippy growing.
thats because the anesthesiologist pays nutty insurance rates cause he’s the one most likely to kill you.
thats because the anesthesiologist pays nutty insurance rates cause he’s the one most likely to kill you.
you love food yet can’t eat.
but…
will you still love food when you can eat?
that’s the true test, y’know…
loving something you can have.
It’s true. You’re right.
Luckily, we’ve checked and she still does 🙂
It’s true. You’re right.
Luckily, we’ve checked and she still does 🙂
you love food yet can’t eat.
but…
will you still love food when you can eat?
that’s the true test, y’know…
loving something you can have.