Mental Health Question

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

OH COME ON, I JUST GOT AWAY FROM THE CAKE PORN A COUPLE DAYS AGO YOU GUYS!

Fuck that noise.

[tyrannosaurus vex]

I take full credit for this.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I take full credit for this.

YOU BASTARD

[tyrannosaurus vex]

I take full credit for this.

YOU CUSTARD

fixed

[Luna]

I want to have this cake's babies.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I take full credit for this.

YOU CUSTARD

fixed

[LMNO]

I like maple syrup, but I like it in apple pie or on french toast, not on waffles.

I like boysenberry syrup.

  HERETIC! NOTHING GOES ON TOP OF PIE!

ICE CREAM. WHIPPED CREAM.

Either of these.  Preferably, both.

I like plain, unsweetened heavy cream with warm apple pie, and whipped cream on pumpkin pie.

You can't HAVE pumpkin pie without whipped cream!

Bourbon apricot sauce.  Your argument is invalid.

[Cain]

I like my dessert stolen and replaced by a near-identical imposter.

[LMNO]

How the hell do you just happen to come across something like that?

[Cain]

Oh, I've known about Capgras Syndrome for years.

Remember, I was doing psychology before I went into politics.  Abnormal Psych was my favourite class, and the one with most relevance once I switched courses.

[Juana]

[Freeky]

Oh, I've known about Capgras Syndrome for years.

Remember, I was doing psychology before I went into politics.  Abnormal Psych was my favourite class, and the one with most relevance once I switched courses.

I did not know that.  That's cool.

[Cain]

Well, psychology and philosophy.

From age 16, my education can be summed up thusly:

History, Philosophy, Biology, Spanish until 18 (also a pseduo-course called "General Studies", aka "an easy A for anyone who can write an essay").

From 18 it was Philosophy, Psychology and politics.

From 20 it was politics, History and classical literature.

[Freeky]

Nice.

[Don Coyote]

I've decided to revert my diet, as much as I can, to what I ate when I was living by myself when I was younger. It was possibly a slightly odd diet, but a very healthy one and I did well on it. I changed it when I married because my husband found it peculiar, but I don't have one of those anymore so I don't care. It was basically chicken, fish, beans, brown rice, berries, and vegetables, with occasional fruit and venison, and that's it.

Um, that's pretty much precisely what my doctor told me to eat.  Except take out venison, add turkey.

I forgot eggs.

But yeah, it's really healthy, but my husband thought brown rice and chicken for breakfast was weird, and didn't really understand the concept of eating the same thing three times a day until it was gone.

Fucking Americans.

No eggs.

But I never eat "breakfast food".  This morning's breakfast was mashed potatos and chicken sausage.

I don't understand "breakfast food". It makes no fucking sense to me.

Also, pancakes. A. they're disgusting, and B. IT'S CAKE. WITH SYRUP ON IT. WHAT THE SHIT THAT ISN'T A MEAL.

But if you eat an actual piece of cake for breakfast, people act like you're being wacky. 

I have no idea why I quoted this post.

This.  Unless they're corn fritters, in which case you are in a grievous state of error and downright SIN.

Waffles made with all manner of weird things in them and then served with just butter are ok, too.

But both of those are for supper.

Waffles, good for a meal no matter fucking what.
Breakfast? Waffles
Lunch? Left over waffles
Dinner? More WAFFLES
Snacktime? pancakes because the waffle iron exploded.

FRIED cake. They suck up the oil in the pan like nobody's business. Then people jam pats of butter between them and drown them in syrup.

I actually don't mind the taste. I just hate the way I feel after eating them, even sans butter and with minimal syrup. Like there's a brick in my stomach and I need to drink a gallon of water and go back to bed.

I must be making pancakes wrong. They don't do that with the weighing you the crap down.

I like maple syrup, but I like it in apple pie or on french toast, not on waffles.

I like boysenberry syrup.

I honestly have to tell myself to not drink the syrup straight out the bottle.