Kraft Dinner
Ah Kraft Dinner, something I missed so much in Korea and now feel completely disgusted by it. I get nauseous at the very sight of that navy blue box, the happy yellow lettering saying to me "this is dinner!". Lately, I've been wondering if I should rethink my meal choices. Even as I type the words K_R_A_F_T D_I_N_N_E_R, a sickening lump forms in my stomach almost in anticipation. Gross.
I've now abolished it from my kitchen, but as rent day approaches, my food resources are becoming slim. After spending my last twenty bucks on beer last night and sleeping in too late I spent the day at work with nothing to eat. It's actually easier than I thought, I even found some oreos I had hidden here for myself a few days ago. Am I going to get scurvy?