So, this just happened...

[tattooofhername]

Brain: Hey... hey! HEY!

Me: Uh, what now?

Brain: FEED ME

Me: Sammich?

Brain: Strudel!

Me: ...it's nasty out. I'm not walking all that way just because I've got strudel cravings again

Brain: STRUDEL!

Me: No. I'll bake an apple or something.

Brain: WANT STRUDEL!

Me: Tomorrow?

Brain: STRUDEL NOW BITCH OR ELSE

Me: ...ok. Guess I better find my coat.


My cravings are the stubborn toddler to my overworked parent.

Comments

[calloohcallay.livejournal.com]

Your interactions with your cravings make me giggle much more than the actual toddler screaming with their dad next door.

[tattooofhername.livejournal.com]

I frequently have conversations like this, with various bits of myself. My left arm seems to have turned teenage lately. Just refuses to listen to a word I say. It's those hepatitis shots, I'm telling you. Bad influence!