Welp, that's depressing.

Ok, so I don't usually discuss topics like this on here, because, well, I don't want to sound like one of those stupid girls who's obsessed with getting married and dating and has nothing else to think about.

But seriously, when you've hit the point where the girl you worked with that ate food (from other people's plates) out of the trash can is married, I feel like your chances are getting slimmer.

I mean seriously. The food went from a plate that was taken away from someone who was finished with it, put into the trash can, then she picked it out of the trash, and PUT IT IN HER MOUTH.

And she's married.

I'm not saying I'm never going to get married, or that I'm an old maid by any means, but when you're what's left after the trash eaters, you realize there might be something wrong.

A love affair...with food.

Guys. I love Cumin.

I am fully aware that this is a strange exclamation to make.

When talking about food, most people would finish the sentence "I love..." with cake, or fillet mignon, or chicken alfredo. Or bacon.

Don't get me wrong. I love those things.

But I really love cumin. If I could put cumin in everything, I would. They should make cumin ice cream, cumin cupcakes, and cumin popsicles. But only if they tasted good, but since they don't, I'm not going to try and figure out how to make them right now.

But, I'm eating chicken salad with cumin right now. Awesome.

Just stick it in anything you want to (but mostly savory things. Not the sweet, I think that would be gross, like we discussed above).

I wish you could just eat spices straight without barfing.

Ok, I'm going to stop discussing my crush on cumin now.