Pasta is something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of.

Whenever I’m not eating a breakfast sandwich I wish I was eating a breakfast sandwich.

If we’re not meant to have midnight snacks, why is there a light in the fridge.

I think my soulmate might be carbs.

Why is sugar SO addictive, and broccoli is just like, “I’ll be here when you need me”

I may look fine on the outside, but on the inside I’m hungry again.

I hate when I go to the kitchen looking for food, and all I find is ingredients.

The only running I do is to chase the ice cream truck.

I know I just ate a snack, but I could really use a snack.

I’m just a girl looking for another snack.

Waiting for the websites to start offering pizza instead of just cookies.

I need an emergency cheeseburger.

I would like even faster food.

I don’t need therapy, I need a bagel with cream cheese.

I wish I could get a bouquet of mozzarella sticks.

Coffee ain’t cutting it anymore. I need to eat batteries.

My two moods are eating a breakfast sandwich or wishing I was eating a breakfast sandwich.

The only problem I have with chocolate is that one minute it’s there and the next it’s not.

I wish anxiety came with french fries.

I find myself thinking “God, I need a cigarette” way too often for someone who doesn’t actually smoke.

I just want to be treated like a hot little French fry.

I SAID YES!!!!!! after I asked myself if I wanted a breakfast burrito.

I don’t know if I’m pregnant or what, but I’ve been craving 3 million dollars so bad.

Staring sadly at the empty ice cream bowl that’s too small for licking.

Dogs are like chicken nuggets; every time I see one, I want it.

All I’m saying is, there are too many songs about love and not enough songs about evenly layered nachos.

I’ve never met a cake I didn’t want to fork.

You ever go to a baseball game and hear a guy yelling, “hot dogs! hot dogs!” over and over again? That’s me, looking for hot dogs.

One week without chocolate. I can no longer hear anything in my left eye.

We all have needs. I need my wife to go run errands so I can swipe the last donut.