Paul’s always mentioned that he thinks it’s funny how much I loooove to go out to eat. I don’t know why this is, maybe because I can’t cook? Whenever I’m hungry and think about the possibilities, a bowl of Spaghetti O’s or a can of chicken & dumplings rarely ever seems to hit the spot. There’s always the option of a frozen pizza or macaroni and cheese but seriously, do you know how long I’ve been eating that shit?
Paul can cook. And I don’t just mean he is able, he CAN COOK, like really really good. For some reason though when we run out of food at the house instead of going grocery shopping I get on a “let’s go out” kick and it usually lasts for longer than a week. It’s a little bit ridiculous, honestly… cos it just gets way out of hand.
I’ve had so much Jack in the Box in the past week if you cut open my belly Jack! himself would jump out. 
