It's only day two, when people talk to me they take on the shape of the pasta which best fits their bodyshape but with mouths, like in an old Tom & Jerry cartoon. A bit of fusilli just asked me whether I can get a report done for the afternoon, no problem my twisted friend.
I should be able to break the addiction though, should be easy enough. I liken my "addictions" to firework rockets, I'm not a very good addict, I tend to get intensely obsessed with things like a series of books, PS3 games or, in the past, exercise where I have to do and know everything about the subject of my obsession but then as suddenly as the interest came on it wanes and something else has me hooked. An excellent example is that I've only ever "100% completed" one console game (and true to my "fireworks" I've had hundreds), "Harry Potter years 1-4" and I did this whilst I was reading the books and watching the films.
Similar in music, I don't have a favourite artist per se, no one person or band could possibly hold my interest for long enough to call me a fan so I'm left with an eclectic if not extreme mix of interests I chuckled to myself the other day as I listened to an old MP3 player (I had dug out of the recess of my PC draw) whilst I drove to work as it played alphabetically from UK Grime artist J.M.E to Kajagoogoo's "Too shy" from urban street to camp New Wave 80's .....
All of a sudden my thoughts have just been pulled to the idea of a Lion bar, they're dancing in my mind. I'd kill a lion for a lion bar right now, well I'd try, I doubt I'd have the energy as I've had no carbs.
Not to worry though I have chicken slices and a cherry muller light for lunch, who needs the sweet taste of Lion (the chocolate, not the animal, though lion meat would most likely be permitted on my diet unlike it's chocolate ,nobbly, bar-shaped namesake).
Added to my lunch, a small tub of lettuce, red onion, cucumber and a hard boiled egg, these are all diet legal, I wonder if I could eat the plastic tub that holds them? Probably not.
After sprinkling the chicken slices on the salad I sat to eat to the chimes of "what's that?" and "I didn't think men went on diets?" looking down at the meal I thought perhaps I'm not a man, perhaps I am a part goat person like Mr.Tumnus in the Chronicles of Narnia though after I finish my paltry meal it's highly unlikely I'll do a goat-man dance and play a merry tune on the flute, what I did do was pine at the lion bars sat in the confectionary section of the canteen.
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