TOP 5 FOODS (in random order):

Aw man, there’s so many good foods that are so not good for you… I’m a city rat, country one too a little bit I guess, so… Singapore Noodles, Cheesesteaks (chk/bf/msh/o/gp/spk), Street truck/cart tacos, Carne’ & Pollo asada super fries (Alberto’s), that Thanksgiving bowl from WaWa. I love food, and the dining experiences. I love taking people out to eat, or cooking, watching them eat and enjoy food. I like eating stuff out of the dishes as it’s being cooked more than on the plate, and I keep a bowel and cram everything in a bowl for me. I don’t particularly care for plates. I personally hate [needing/having] to eat. It wastes time. bodies are annoying. Then you have to go to the bathroom after a while and waste more time. So, I love food. I love the smells, the tastes, the textures, colors… I love sharing that with people, the whole socializing and act/art of dining and “having a meal” — but I can’t frickin’ stand that like some robot monkey I have to/need to eat. Having said that, I’m pretty brutal on my body, not always on purpose, and a lot of times I forget to eat after putting it off tog get things done, and my stupid body will annoyingly lets me know by shutting down. Take care of your body. “They” say it’s the only one you’ll get but that they is the they that has never possessed any other bodies so… c’est la guerre. Everything is something to do. I didn’t say nothing.

Coffee is ok. Everything in moderation, but what isn’t really that good for you (everything is good for you. It’ll kill you too) is all of the cream and sugar that gets put in there. You’re not even drinking coffee after a while, on some Beastie Boys “I like my sugar with coffee and cream…” Mucus. Look up Dr. Sebi.  That 211 was breakfast some times. The things people do to their bodies for the sake of “jobs” is bullshit. You sleep, eat, wake, think, talk, and even base your family relationships and procreation on your job. “Love the lord your God with all your heart, mind, body, soul, and strength.” I’m gonna be real a sec so you might wanna skip this and go for more entertaining shit. If you sell all of that to your job for [never enough] money, you sold your soul, and body, and Job is your God in a way. You can argue but who or what do you look to for your means to survive? Job or God? Do you talk more about your job or God? If you saw someone on the street, which do you think of more, Jobs or God? And by think of, I mean the whole host of thoughts and thinking that takes place seeing someone on the street: judging their position/status, thinking of what they might be on, thinking of how they’re going to ask you for money, thinking of what happened to put them out there…. thinking… not a word of or to God about it… just thinking. If money, you’re not giving yours because of Job. If you think to offer you wonder what a prayer would do because Job gives you money and they need money so they need Job, not God… unless they’re going to die on the street, and then maybe “why God?” Job is a beast. Job will even chew you up, spit you out with nothing, and replace you with your kid and your dead mama. You’ll cry or whatever. Job will give absolutely no fucks. But you will work to death for job to give you a life or whatever it says is a living you’ve earned by serving it. You even serve God according to your job. Get free from that. God gave you power in your very breath and you waste it in frustration at Job. Start a business. Give others opportunities. Job is ok when you’re lost or in a hole but it ain’t what you’re supposed to do for your LIFE’S WORK. Work and job are 2 different things. Whatever. C’est la guerre. That Bucks, the barista called out, “HE WHO’S NAME SHALL NOT BE SPOKEN!” I have fun giving names at starbucks.