I was thinking maybe a ginger snap
Cookie, dipped into a warm glass
Of whole milk,
But if CVS doesn't have ginger snaps,
I'll go for a crunchy Chips Ahoy,
With cold milk.

Unless I wake up early tomorrow,
Maybe I'll take myself out to sushi,
Even though I could also go for a
Juicy ass medium rare burger,
Preferably from Moxie's,
With some Fancy mustard and a little
Bit of ketchup,
A pinch, really, I wouldn't want to overdo it.

But what also sounds good is a dish
Of pasta,
But it has to be a lot of pasta,
Al dente spaghetti, with mussels and
Clams, garlic and olive oil,
Ooooh and dusted with red pepper flakes,
God that sounds so good,

But a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie
Sounds great.

What I really want is carrot cake or
Chocolate mousse cake,
But I'd appreciate it homemade,
I'm not craving a bakery's generic flaws.

I don't really want to move to get anything,
I just--
I really hate this, 
I could order a pizza,

Yes- to my door,
Pepperoni and black olives,
NO, I get that every time, 
Artichokes and fresh tomatoes on a 
White pizza,

Which everyone screws up and puts on 
Tomato sauce, 
So I could always just ask for a cheese pizza,
Double cheese,
And since it's totally unoriginal, 
I could put down a large. 

But first,
I should probably buy some tampons.

For some reason in the past few months, I've felt the need to take a step back toward speaking my mind. I've settled into listening a little bit more, which ironically enough, my father has been trying to get me to do for my entire life. I've inserted myself into conversations, preferring to hear others' opinions rather than hearing my own. I've eavesdropped, I've read blogs and opinion sections, I really just tried to keep my eyes open and my ears open. So, in some way,  I guess I should be thankful for this dry spell I've been under for the past few months, with writing. I think I'm ready now. 

So let's talk about it, okay? Let's talk about the Facebook statuses and the Tweets, and the Iggy pics and those black holes we've been drowning into for the past couple of years. I've got a whole list of shit I've been writing down ranging from some kid in Montana and his Facebook comment on a New York Times article about Hilary Clinton's vagina all the way to a Facebook status about how everyone should feel just as badly for the girls who are skinny "shamed" versus the girls who are fat-shamed. Get ready because I'm annoyed and angry, and simultaneously at peace and holding on to zero cares.