Numbers 
Numbers i tell myself
Nothing to be afraid of 
Silly little numbers on a box
Its like that joke:
Why was 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9
Well when i 8 everything in sight
It was the numbers that scared me
7 and all the rest of them

"Hey..." my mother would say:
Did you see how many calories?
     Yeah, 500 calories, i know
How many cookies did you have?!?
     Well, ummm, about 6...
Did you gain weight?
     Yes, but only 2 pounds
You're only supposed to have 1 serving!
     Well, mother, if i want 10 servings then i will have 10
fucking servings

Since when do numbers matter?
They only count the bad stuff
There is no number to show that although i like food, i am
healthy
No number to show happiness
No number to express they way i feel when i bite into a warm
gooey chocolate chip cookie
And there is especially no fucking number to show how much i
wish i could cook and eat with you, without seeing that
disapproving look in your eye

So fuck you
Fuck all those people who make me hate numbers 
NO ONE can number happiness