Everything you own end up owning you

It's 3.30 A.M. and I was watching fight club, got interrupted by my mother, talked about boys, alcohol, guys, movies, the reason why i'm watching fight club, boys, oh did i mention guys, how drunk have i been and the reason why i'm watching fight club. Then felt kinda hungry, ate like bowls of cereals with milk, just because i wouldn't eat that little gunk (looked the word up on purpose, would've used punch instead) of sweet cottage cheese, covered with chocolate. Yeah, the tasty one. So i ate it. I mean, after the bowls. Eating is like all about the taste, so how can i go to the bed with a taste of a cow's dug in my mouth? No, it had to be chocolate. It just had to be.