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7/16/2025, 4:15:09 AM
Hmmmmnnnm,,.. I think it would go like this!
>"Yeah I can fucking tell you don't want to, the fucking fridge is full to the brim with all that greasy ass pasta you bring home from work. You've got some nasty chicken parm that you stuffed into MY mealprep box and left in the back of the fridge for over two months now. And you won't let me throw this shit away because 'hurrrr food waste durrr.' Lemme blow your fucking mind Miranda: it's still food waste if you keep avoiding eating the shit and order Doordash whenever you're hungry instead. I could let that much slide if you ever brought any home for me.
>"I have no god damn room in the fridge for actual mealprep food and I have no boxes for it because it is all- very literally- crap you brought home from that job. Even when you're not doing that, you take the steak that I buy- that you refuse to help pay for because you 'won't eat it'- and turn it into some gooey, greasy crap before covering it with junkfood sauce and crap that I can't or won't eat and try to pass it off as 'cooking for US.'
>"I even tried fixing the problem by getting an entire separate fridge for MY SHIT so you could have the big one, but what's this? Ohhhhhh, both of them are full of rotten fucking junk food and vegetables you made me buy specifically for you that went completely untouched.
>"Remember when we started dating and you went to the gym with me all the time? And you wouldn't fucking battle me about what we ate afterward? That all feels like some dream I had compared to what you do now. Our bathroom reeks of weed constantly, there are crumbs from whatever yummy-gummy-goo-goo shit you keep ordering all over our bed
>"I can't even fucking tell you 'No Miranda, I don't want to go get breakfast burritos because I had junk food yesterday and I'm tracking my macros and calories' because that's an 'EATING DISORDER'"
Something like that, maybe.
>"Yeah I can fucking tell you don't want to, the fucking fridge is full to the brim with all that greasy ass pasta you bring home from work. You've got some nasty chicken parm that you stuffed into MY mealprep box and left in the back of the fridge for over two months now. And you won't let me throw this shit away because 'hurrrr food waste durrr.' Lemme blow your fucking mind Miranda: it's still food waste if you keep avoiding eating the shit and order Doordash whenever you're hungry instead. I could let that much slide if you ever brought any home for me.
>"I have no god damn room in the fridge for actual mealprep food and I have no boxes for it because it is all- very literally- crap you brought home from that job. Even when you're not doing that, you take the steak that I buy- that you refuse to help pay for because you 'won't eat it'- and turn it into some gooey, greasy crap before covering it with junkfood sauce and crap that I can't or won't eat and try to pass it off as 'cooking for US.'
>"I even tried fixing the problem by getting an entire separate fridge for MY SHIT so you could have the big one, but what's this? Ohhhhhh, both of them are full of rotten fucking junk food and vegetables you made me buy specifically for you that went completely untouched.
>"Remember when we started dating and you went to the gym with me all the time? And you wouldn't fucking battle me about what we ate afterward? That all feels like some dream I had compared to what you do now. Our bathroom reeks of weed constantly, there are crumbs from whatever yummy-gummy-goo-goo shit you keep ordering all over our bed
>"I can't even fucking tell you 'No Miranda, I don't want to go get breakfast burritos because I had junk food yesterday and I'm tracking my macros and calories' because that's an 'EATING DISORDER'"
Something like that, maybe.
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