I just ate lunch - a boring salad made of lettuce, snow peas, several almonds, carrot and tuna. I am not in the slightest bit satisfied.
Daydreaming of naughty treats to stuff down my oesophagus.
I hate that enticing bowl of left-over pasta staring at me from the fridge. Can't someone else just eat it already?! It's teasing me.... I think it's in cahoots with the two packets of Oreos my in-laws brought over. The sultry biscuits doing their provocative dance - those tarts!