cheerios kendera i just ate a whole bowl of cheerios after work. i didn't want to, but the happy cheerios box that hadn't been put away with the rest of the groceries was just sitting there. so i had a bowl of cheerios. there goes my fast. i hadn't eaten anything in two days and i wanted to see if i could last a week with just drinking water and eating werther's original candy...... 010801 ... silentbob i ate some this morning. i usually skip breakfast 010801 ... namae Five years old, no school, spending two hours trying to sink a Cheeri-O for no other reason than that the TV commercials said it couldn't be done. I don't remember if I ever did it or not. 010802 ... Photophobe_in_red 2 whole hours and you don't even remember? wow. I definitely remeber that you can eat silk worms, and that only took me a couple of seconds... 010802 ... here kitty kitty their toasted oat goodness made me the man I am today. not sure if that's a selling point. 010803 ... Miffey On my sixteenth birthday, my father threw me and my family out of the house. I didn't know until I arrived home to see my family. I had been away and was dropped off in my father's (definately not my) house. All of my belongings were laying in a pile in the driveway. Everything I owned was thrown out to be gathered up by anyone who might have passed by because (yet again) my father had lost his tempter with my mother for something she had no-doubtedly done to wrong him. I walked inside to an extremely hot house under a July sun in Pennsylvania. The electricity had been turned off because my father didn't want anyone to be at the house, and him, being a truck driver and having to leave for work, thought that would be a good plan. I walked through the house and found my birthday gift. It was a note. It said many things about how bad of a person my mother supposedly was for things I had no idea about and how I was never going to amount to anything because I was her blood, and nothing that came from her could ever be anyone. The last few words of the letter said this : "I am not Dad anymore." The letter was signed with his first name. I was very hungry, and on my sixteenth birthday, as I sat and became a man, I ate very stale cheerios with no milk while reading, and rereading that letter. I hate cheerios. 020304 ... alice need sugar 020728 ... spoons i heart cheerios 020728 ... raze i toggle back and forth between multigrain cheerios and corn pops for breakfast, with half a glass of orange juice on the side. i chase it with an_apple_a_day. there's some amount of comfort wrapped up in such a small, almost subliminal ritual. i could eat something healthier for my first meal, but cereal connects me to a pocket of peace hidden in the wreckage of a hellish childhood. best of all, there's no one around to force me to drink the sugar-saturated milk when i'm finished with an invisible gun pressed against the back of my head. 240115 what's it to you? who go blather from