Actually looking for inspiration to a title that no one cares about? Ridicoloso

I just realised how much my roommate is like me. Or I was like her. shes like the immature version of me? Without the sarcasm, the normal optimism, the laissez faire attitude, and with more drive. But hey not everyones perfect (birthday i was about to write). I miss, a normal person to talk to when it comes to work and advice. Friends in other houses are okay, but when i need it on the spot, its the RM's one sided jutting "oh that explains it all" advice.
I realise today Easy Mac (a crappy version of macaroni and cheese) is crap. Trying to give it away to someone, somehow. PLEEASE take it, pleaase. Luckily Campbells soup hasn't failed as to yet :). I miss homecooking. I never thought i'd say that cliché sentence. But its actually a lot of fun when someone is going to cook something with love, and you're going to know exactly how it tastes, and you're going to know its going to be yummy and healthy and not going to stuff you like a chicken. The perfect portion of life.
I want to lick the screen and let my tongue and taste buds enter the realm of cyberspace like Alice into the looking-glass or Keanu into the ''the real world". I want it to taste fuzzy like snow or white noise on the radio or Tv. I want it to crunch under my teeth and explode like little firecrackers into my throat. i want the edges to be chewy and fruity. Whatever black and white fruits taste like. Je veux l'amour facile, quelle'que chose que je n'ai pas peur d'affronter. Comment rever quand la réalité me force vers la terre? Io no lo so. Comme d'habitude, ich werde wie ein jelly donut. Soft and mushy on the outside, and soft and mushy on the inside. That be me, mushable. Sarah stop speaking the talk of the mad men. Pull that plug out of the back of my brain then :)
Too much free time.
Too little logica.