This weekend children have made me discover I am old.
This is the worse birthday of my life
also because it's not my birthday
It's not about maturity or common interest because the intelligence level is about the same, but just that they can eat nonstop and not die. I use to pride myself in being a food vacuum but after spending a week with kids, their Texan father, and a cupboard full of candy I realize I am a weak human being and my metabolism has passed away.
It's not only the eating, it's the:
"Hey let's eat this entire bag of Cheesies AND THEN WATER TUBING YAY" FUCK.
my stomach lining is decaying.
Yesterday after steaks, lamb, pot