Cereal Killer
Cereal. I love the stuff. Maybe a little too much, depending on which of my friends you ask. Their reactions to my cereal antics vary from mild amusement to utter disdain.
Let's get one thing straight, I never have cereal for breakfast. I don't exactly know the reason for this. I think it's because it doesn't go well with coffee. Maybe it's because my highly evolved (cereal loving) tastebuds need some time in the morning to wake up, but whatever the case, you won't see me eating cereal to start the day.
But you'll see me eating it any other time.
Lunch, dinner, afternoon snack. Dessert, late night fridge raid, you name it. It's all fair game as far as I'm concerned.
Old flat mates that I bump into often ask me if I'm "still having Rice Bubbles at 10pm when I get home from a long day" with a curious grin on their face, as if it were some stupid little faze of which I'm destined to outgrow.
This isn't a faze or a passing trend. Yes, of course I'm still eating the Rice Bubbles at ungodly hours of the night. Some things will never change. Here's a picture of me as a kid for proof. Most kids ran around their yard with an orange or banana for sustenance. Me, I had a bowl of you know what. This made cricket harder than necessary, but it was worth it for the cereal.
What's more, I also cop it from family and friends because in winter I often heat my cereal in the microwave. People who see me doing this react as though I'm jamming a fluffy little kitten in there.
Observer: "What are you doing?!"
Bonestorm: "Erm... putting my Honey Wheats in the microwave."
Observer: "What for?! Get them out of there you insane idiot!"
Some people just don't understand the finer points of cereal, I suppose. Try a bowl of mushy hot Rice Bubbles on a cold winter's night and you'll never look back, I say.
Let's get one thing straight, I never have cereal for breakfast. I don't exactly know the reason for this. I think it's because it doesn't go well with coffee. Maybe it's because my highly evolved (cereal loving) tastebuds need some time in the morning to wake up, but whatever the case, you won't see me eating cereal to start the day.
But you'll see me eating it any other time.
Lunch, dinner, afternoon snack. Dessert, late night fridge raid, you name it. It's all fair game as far as I'm concerned.
Old flat mates that I bump into often ask me if I'm "still having Rice Bubbles at 10pm when I get home from a long day" with a curious grin on their face, as if it were some stupid little faze of which I'm destined to outgrow.
This isn't a faze or a passing trend. Yes, of course I'm still eating the Rice Bubbles at ungodly hours of the night. Some things will never change. Here's a picture of me as a kid for proof. Most kids ran around their yard with an orange or banana for sustenance. Me, I had a bowl of you know what. This made cricket harder than necessary, but it was worth it for the cereal.
What's more, I also cop it from family and friends because in winter I often heat my cereal in the microwave. People who see me doing this react as though I'm jamming a fluffy little kitten in there.
Observer: "What are you doing?!"
Bonestorm: "Erm... putting my Honey Wheats in the microwave."
Observer: "What for?! Get them out of there you insane idiot!"
Some people just don't understand the finer points of cereal, I suppose. Try a bowl of mushy hot Rice Bubbles on a cold winter's night and you'll never look back, I say.