This guy was being a turd today and I was sad and hungry on the way home so I stopped at the market and I went in and got myself a tin of Vienna sausages. Actually I bought four. Vienna sausages are comfort food for me, because when I was little and my grandma made arroz con pollo there would be like ONE vienna sausage cooked in there for god knows what reason. It was like a prize. There was at least one occasion I fought with my sister over the salchicha. So I came home with my tins of processed meatsalts, put three away, and opened the remaining one with the intention of having A sausage but I guess I ate them all and now I'm not hungry for dinner and my stomach hurts.

The nice thing about being grown up is that you can have all the Vienna sausages or ice cream you want. The bad thing is that if you go overboard there's no one to stroke your tummy counter-clockwise until it feels better.