I burnt my arm the other day while attempting to get a Tombstone pizza out of the oven (my favorite!). I like to make fun of myself because I could not cook a halfway decent meal to save my life. I guess the main problem is that I really don’t care to… There is absolutely nothing fun about cooking to me. Maybe it’s because when I do actually cook, it tastes like shit and I’m left thinking, “I just baby sat this for how long? And it tasted like THAT? And now I get to wash all of those dishes?”

I would much rather go to a loving family member’s house who has at least the slightest clue as to what they’re doing to get my belly full. I will not be learning how to cook anytime soon, and I am damn proud of it!