Breakfast foods and the way they smell reminds me of good times. The only times I eat breakfast were/are: When I was a little kid, because my mom made me... or when I'm getting up early to do something exciting - like if I'm going on a trip or traveling with other people who want to eat breakfast. Or if I'm at a friend's house, and they are like "let's go to/cook breakfast!" and I think, "damn, I'd usually just be sleeping right now, but YEAH! Let's do it!! FRIENDS!!"
Maybe at a hotel with free breakfast - which means tons of choices other than the usual, and someone else cooks it for me!
So breakfast only happens when good things are happening...
Queequeg89 · Fri Dec 16, 2016 @ 10:22am · 0 Comments |