Heating Things Up

I have recently come to the conclusion that keeping myself fed and cooking are two completely different things.

Back in college I used to think that I was able to cook. I'm not sure why. I think it may have something to do with all those beer bongs, 3 keggers, and generally hazy weekends which led me to all sorts of irrational realizations. Cause now that I have grown older and wiser I know that all I'm really good at is heating things up. It's the bachelor pad lifestyle I suppose. The "I don't give a fuck" jam something down your throat after work, wash it down with a bottle of beer type of lifestyle. My everyday. My Life. Fuckin' A Right.

So o.k. I'm not a chef. Big deal, I have to work within my parameters to keep myself fed in the best way I know possible and that's it. The Bachelor Pad Gourmet Plan consists of 4 food groups.

• Frozen Pizza
• Breaded Chicken Strips in a "Family size" Bag
• Chips
  
• Beer

and course that's just when I actually go out of my way to
"heat things up."

I am also really good at purchasing fast food.

I can feel my arteries clogging as I type.