There’s nothing like watching a horror movie in the early morning as I eat breakfast before work. Here it was, 6:30 A.M. and my television ends up on one of my favorites, 28 Days Later. I ate Cheerios with little banana pieces as I watched bloody, disease-ridden people try to eat other people.
What a morning.
Even though I’m now an adult and can do what I want…I still get a thrill out of it. It feels like I’m doing something I’m not supposed to do, like I’m somewhat a bad girl for doing so.
My eyes always flick around when I’m doing it, because I know it’s not okay, I know I shouldn’t be doing it.
But one of the best things about moving away from home is the fact that you can have cake for breakfast.