passion's overrated anyway

i hate breakfast food. i really, really do. i'm not a fan of any kind of cereal (though i'll eat coco-pops over anything else, just because of the chocolate flavour). and i'm utterly sick of having two pieces of slightly-burnt toast, one with a little bit of jam, and one with nutella (chocolate fix again).

i used to eat toasted (well, actually, grilled, because we don't have a toaster in our house so we use the grill--yeah, i know it's weird) blueberry bagels every morning. i put butter and sugar on them. that sounds strange, but try it once and you'll understand the appeal. divine. but then, for no reason at all, my mother decided to stop buying them. so now every morning i dread breakfast because it tastes so bad. maybe if mum hadn't taken away my bagels, i wouldn't start every day on such a bad note, and then i'd be happier and maybe more able to sustain relentless criticism from her?

i'm also partial to hot porridge smothered in brown sugar. but do we have that at home? nope.

hehe. yes i know it's pathetic. but stuff is so messed up that even the little things are getting to me.