The Penguins are playing the Flyers right now so I had to turn the marshmonsters around to watch. Alisha started preaching about how its unnatural to obsess over marshmallows and how if I lived in Arkansas and tried pulling that shit, I’d get gang-raped by a baseball team called the Galaxies. Then Henry said something stupid and shit-coated, like, “Did you just take another picture of them? They haven’t CHANGED” and I was like, “But people on Twitter might be curious as to what’s going on with them right now.”
Then I went upstairs to pee and while peeing I started thinking things through, this whole marshmallow thing I mean, and I started thinking about how I never played with dolls when I was a kid, and maybe this is some latent need to play and dress inanimate objects that just bloomed late inside of me.
Or maybe I just really like to make food into play things, because this is not the first time I’ve lost myself in the world of make believe edible friends.
And it probably won’t be the last, either.
This hockey game is fucking fantastico, by the by.