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Everyone has their quirky meals, it seems. Sometimes (like last night, actually) Gray will eat nothing but three giant chocolate chip cookies for dinner. My dog would eat a loaf of bread if I set it too near the edge of the counter.

In fact, she has.

As we speak, I'm eating a bowl of plain, white rice. Technically it's still breakfast time, but I'm starving to death and the yogurt I ate at 7:30 isn't cutting it anymore. Probably because it's made out of milk and bacteria. Like my vagina.

White rice is my All Alone for Dinner meal because it's delicious and simple. I can customize it to my mood by squirting it with lime, sprinkling it with crushed red pepper, or stirring in some Italian dressing. It's filling in my tummy and texturally-interesting in my mouth. I love brown rice, too, but it takes so much longer to cook that I usually don't make it when I'm cooking just for myself. Not because I don't feel like I deserve a good meal, but because I spent so much time with my Anal Pleasures DVD and I'm too faint to wait for complex carbs.

Another go-to meal of mine is plain spaghetti noodles. Same reasons, different texture.

I've also been known to subsist on strange meals like a plate full of pickled vegetables and pieces of cheese, a whole tomato with salt and pepper, a raw, sweet onion, Asian soy-snack mix, and a full bag of popcorn. Oh, and fourteen Luigi's Italian Ices. In a row. While eating chips and guacamole.

With a side of Kettle One.