Just stop talking already

I'm hungry, always. Not so much lately though. I don't know what's going on.. The long walk to the kitchen.. I go to the fridge... open it.. Oh, Cheddar, My favorite. I cut the mold from the cheese. Damn. I make myself a snack. I know I will be hungry again in an hour. Just like I'm hungry for him. Why do I continue to eat molded cheese? Isn't penicillin good for you? I have no idea. Is he good for me to be around? But fucking, that's different. Right.. Probably not. Lie. Avoid. Sneak. Not qualities I can appreciate. But god damn the sex is good. So I deal with it. It doesn't matter anyway. He's just moldy cheese. Damn Taurus.