Damn you Diet, damn you...

There's a scene in PULP FICTION where Samuel L. Jackson's character grabs a dude's hamburger and takes a big bite. He smiles and says something to the effect of "That's a damn good burger...my girlfriend's a vegetarian, which basically makes me a vegetarian...so I don't get to eat very much red-meat..."

Something like that.

Anyway, that's me right now. No, Leah isn't a vegetarian--but she is on this stupid @$$ "Carb" diet. All she eats is cheese cubes and meat. It's actually pretty gross (my girl smells like sausage). She's losing weight...blah, blah, blah...

Why am I on a rant about this?

BEHOLD! My fridge is frickin' empty:



Now I know what you're thinking, and the answer is "Yes we have plenty of money for food." The reason we don't have any food is because every time I buy food it goes bad. I buy bread or milk and I have to throw it away (because Leah isn't eating any of it). Anyway, if you look real close...you'll see that really, all we have is Velveeta and eggs. Weird huh?

We went to the store tonight and picked up a few things, but our fridge is still painfully empty. I can't wait until after the wedding (when this diet is finally over).

I mean come on, Velveeta and eggs!!! Velveeta and eggs!!!