Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

I've always had a strong connection to this Rufus Wainwright song. Though I don't smoke (anymore) and Nesquick doesn't do a thing for me. If it had been my song it might have been called Cheetos and Giant Cups of Coffee. Not quite the same ring, I'm afraid, but you get the picture.  I am not a woman of modest appetites. I never have been. And not just when it comes to food. But let's be honest, it comes down to food a lot. 

I have never understood how people can walk away from anything halfway through. I'm not saying I don't envy them--they're usually quite a bit thinner than me, for starters--just that I don't get how they do it. How can you turn your back on the last piece of cake? Or spend half a vacation day in a hotel room? How can you watch just one X-Files episode and not want to settle in for an all day marathon? Seriously, tell me. I'm dying to know how you do it.

Yeah, like he says, we won't mention those things. But I will say there is an upside to this constant hunger--my mind is always humming. I never worry about running out of story ideas, never fret that I won't be able to come up with unusual characters to write about, because they're always there. The downside--they're always there.

Yeah, what he said.