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Considering the title of my last entry, I felt that it needed a sort of companion, you know, something to accent and complement it. So here I go.

The meaning of life is something I've pondered somewhat over my existence on this planet, and as far as like goes, you can sort everything into two characters: life, i.e. the things and experiences, happy or sad, that promote life and allow it to flourish, and nonlife, i.e. the things that don't. Here's a simple breakdown of life/nonlife, which I shall from now on include at the end of each journal entry. Each time, I will look at a certain aspect of the world and break it down into these two categories. Today's grouping is the contents of a typical refrigerator.

Life
-Cold pizza. 'Nuff said.
-Leftover spaghetti, cold enough so that it holds its shape and dangles there between your fingers in some odd, sinuous shape that refuses to straighten out until you stuff it into your mouth.
-Fresh ice cubes on one of those premature hot days in late May before your parents have installed the AC (although it's mid-July and my parents STILL haven't put it in yet)
-Chocolate cake. There is nothing better than chilled chocolate cake.
-Cheese dip. Nothing special about it being in the fridge, I just love cheese dip.
-The way my mom freezes pesto in an ice cube tray, making perfect little pesto cubes
-The way plums are so sweet and when you bite into them the cold makes your teeth ache and the juice runs down your chin in the invariable law of plum until you are forced to stand, dripping and giggling, out on the front porch until every last morsel of plum has been pried away from the pit, leaving it shiny and hard, and the satisfied little ker-plunk it makes when you throw it in the trash.
-Carrots. They're just so pretty.

Non-Life
-Pickled herring. Who thought that it was a good idea to stuff fish into a keg of vinegar, leave it to moulder for several years, and then eat it? I don't know about you, but I see no need to let my fish age in chemicals and excrete strange liquids. Grilled with some lemon is good enough for me, thanks.
-Frozen leftovers wrapped in tinfoil. Because when you're roothing through the freezer for dezzert and you find a neatly wrapped thing, bricklike in both shape and hardness, you get all excited. Because it has to be something good, right? And then you unwrap it and you're like, "Oh. Meatloaf."
-Unripe fruit. Because you think you're about to eat a delicious pear, you know? And then you try to bite into it and chip a tooth.
-Raw ground beef. Well, I don't know about you, but nothing kills the appetite more than seeing that pile of what are essentially meat pellets.
-Ice that has gone "rotten". At first, I didn't believe this was possible. But then one day I had an ice cube that had been in the freezer a few days too long...
-Magic Shell ice cream topping. Because you're not supposed to put it into the fridge because it hardens. Seeing an entire bottle of chocolatey, chemical-laden goodness rendered useless just depresses me so.