yes yes oh yay

fuck fruit... you know, i give it a fair ringding every so often. and although results vary in temperature, it is inevitable that it makes me yuck. fruit should swim in the vodka or margarita, not sliced and stacked against all odds, against my tummy, on some plate. like it tastes anything but ugly. it's a sham, and if i hear one more time from my thighs about how i must heed the stern warning of our government on the measure of musts eat icky pukey fruit, i think i might hurl a big grapefruit through the committee for making scaredyfat folks swallow smushy nast. i'm not a fattie boombattie, but the guilt is overwhelming. bananas and grapes, you guys can come in my door, but no more melons, no more i say. melancholy. hmmmmmmm. hootie hoo.