Hungry

My stomach calls. It feels as though a hundred knives are digging out inside. My stomach shouts it's protests: "FOOD!!! Put me out of my misery!" I am so hungry. I need to find food... But I am writing a blog post. The thought of a pie or a hot dog or my favorite bean-cheese burrito is sickeningly good. I'm gonna go find some food now...

-In Jesus' Name,

Jelly