i just love to eat but for obvious reasons i have to curb that desire of mine. so last night mom told me to go get trbooz(watermelon) for my dad. i've been trying to avoid going to the kitchen but as this was a direct order i couldnt say no. now imagine me all alone in the kitchen late at night with a big knife and a bigger tarbooz and no one to catch me eating lol. imagine the temptation. with each slice i cut i chanted my moms favourite phrase "eat to live do not live to eat" and then i quickly exited the kitchen but the whole night i dreamt of fields of tarbooz and me stuffing my face with them, and that wasnt even funny