for years, i didn't eat candy. or sugar at all. or drink sodas. and cooked for myself everyday. i felt so much better than i do now. physically, mentally, and emotionally.
i need to get back to that.
but my original point was: why does there always have to be a mutant piece of candy in a bag, and why do i always unknowingly eat it? you know, the weirdly shaped, funny tasting peanut m&m. the retarded skittle. and so on.
totally just ate a freak m&m. shudder.
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