no one really cares what you had for lunch.

by dorarandom

(as the first lady says….)

i packed my lunch today so it was pretty bad. sandwich time was disappointing! because i made the saddest sandwich—a big roll that i hollowed out with my claws and into which i dropped kimchi and sharp cheddar cheese. i was conscious, this morning, that it was not a great sandwich, but it was hard to care. because here is something i can’t really figure out: how do you care about yourself in the future? i mean—how do you care enough—in enough detail—to save yourself from a crappy sandwich?

super mario fruit snacks taste like detergent. they are cute though! and tickle the nostalgia.