Drunken gimbap is the best kind of gimbap.
Although the fact that I'm not really paying attention to my food (instead reading the news/reading a book) kind of subtracts from my enjoyment. But! That doesn't matter. Mm, mm, good.
Sometimes when I see people wearing absolutely tragic clothing I think, "You need to reconsider your life choices." If you imagine this said in a disgusted tone of voice, wrist held limply at a 90 degree angle, and perhaps with a hint of a lisp, you have an approximate equivalent to the voice inside my head.
I shouldn't be speaking. My clothes were so neon last night you could see me from a mile away. Through fog. I'm thinking about purchasing white shorts to perfect my drugged up raver look. And candy necklaces.
The real reason I decided to mention this is because I told myself today, "You need to reconsider your eating habits." I've been eating virtually everything in sight as of late and I need to cut it out. While this doesn't really have anything to do with clothing, except how I can't really fit into any of the clothes in my closet anymore, I thought it was a nice lead in.