Breakfast

Breakfast is as we are all told the most important meal of the day. I almost never eat breakfast, certainly not before like 10:30. A late start to eating coincides well with my lifestyle. I prefer to start the day hungry, raw, & ready for action. I would not say that I am especially a morning person; however it is often the time of the day in which I am most effective.

This morning I ate breakfast @ 7:00.

My friend Bethany and I have this great spontaneous thing we do every so often where we'll randomly get together. She of course is UeberFabulous, I am hacking flem and selfishly devouring my bagel. Yesterday after a random encounter we had morning Chai and agreed that because I did not have cash on me, only my Visa, we would have breakfast together this morning at our favorite bagel shop. Someday, I am going to have them FedEx me my bagels when I move out of the area. It is interesting that even when I eat breakfast I never order breakfast food. In fact, the thought of pancakes, eggs, bacon, cereal, etc. has the effect of making me vomit. Actually the last time I ate pancakes I totally hugged the porcelain goddess. It is too early in the morning to visit my Porcelain Queen just to eat breakfast. Breakfast is safety hazard.

Bethany probably eats breakfast everyday. But, she is far from being a goody goody. Our evil personalities click and become one. This morning was entirely enjoyable and decently adventurous considering the dangers of breakfast. Among the talk of politics, sex, religion, our love for all things Europe, and memories past is the kindred-ness I do not have the pleasure of often enough anymore. Indeed, she genuinely laughs at my jokes and I at hers. I will try not to get too smalzy, but if I was strait, I'd do her. Dave's a lucky man. Then again if I was strait there are a lot of women I would have sex with. I like big girls, and I'm not sure if that is because I'm gay or if its because they look hungry. Bethany just to be clear is not big. In fact, she puts the happy average girls on cheer squads today to shame. She is like Barbie, only proportioned, and with bendable limbs. Alas, I would rather still prefer to run off with Ken, and not the Ken's we have today, but the anatomically correct ones they used make. I want a Ken with balls.