Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Breakfast for Dinner

Does that phrase get you as excited as it does me?  If so, I'll allow you a few moments to go and change your underthings.  I know I just peed a little, so I can only imagine what you did ...sicko.

Okay, and we're back.  So, few things in life get me as excited as the simple string of words "Hey, we're having breakfast for dinner."  ("Free pizza!" comes to mind as well as "What are you doing in my apartment?" but both to a much lesser degree).  I don't know if it's because it feels like you're breaking some type of implicit rule of the universe, or what.  It's very name suggests that there's only one time of day you should be eating it and that anything else is just pure insanity!  But no, we cannot be limited, universe.

So like some type of chubby vigilante, I eat whatever type of meal I want regardless of the time of day it's name implies.  Hell, I'll create new mealtime names just to make it right.  And I'm not talking about "Brunch" or "Linner" or anything cute like that.  I'm talking about creating something new altogether.  Something bad ass.  Something like "Dreakfunch."  ...Actually wait, no, nevermind that sounds kind of gross.  I'm a little less hungry than when I started writing this.   

Regardless, I still refuse to obey the meal name/meal time law.  Actually, I also refuse to obey the law of gravity from time to time.  It's true.  I'm that impressive.  It's like crouching tiger style ...but a tiger that's crouching because he's about to pounce, and not because he's about to poo.  That would be far less bad ass.

Anyway, I'm gonna go have a waffle.  It's okay.  Jealousy is a normal reaction in a situation such as this.