I should be cooking more. I should be cooking. I should probably just buy groceries...

but it's so haaaaard, uuuggghh.

First there's the part where you have to decide what to cook. Then you have to treck half a mile to the closest damn shopping center in our area and only bring back what you can carry, which is usually only just enough for that night. But by the time you get home your too tired so you put it off and pay a man to come to your greasy house and throw fat greasy pizza at you while you roll around in your grease pool sobbing that you should have cooked instead!

I'm jealous of people who just cook every night. I don't know how they fill their magical freezer box every week. When the shopping center is a pain in the ass to get too it's surprising how much it screws up your plans.