Cooking = Lamesauce

Hokay,

So here I am, sitting home alone and whatever.  I decide, hey, you know what, I'm hungry.  So I meander to the refrigerator, thinking about the wonderful delicacies that await me.  And then, just when my stomach begins to rumble:  LETDOWN!

Now, let me tell you the contents of my fridge:  Milk.  Dinner Peppers.  Cheese (a shit-ton of cheese).  Sour Cream.  Hot Dogs.  Lunch Meat (no bread).  Some concoction that my roommate made.

What can I make with that:  nothing.  I decided I might be able to cook up some hot dogs and eat those, but then I thought of how much effort that would require.  First, I'd have to get a pan (wash the only pan).  Then I would have to boil water, place the hot dogs in the boiling mess, wait, and then prepare my hot dogs.  Total elapsed time:  roughly 10 mins (I'm exaggerating a bit).  Eventually I thought:  To hell with cooking.  I'll just go hungry.

Then I wondered about how that mentality would get me through life.  Can I really just say that I am going to quit something because it's too hard.  So, I started to ponder that.  Then I went on Facebook and forgot about it.

Anyway, now I am sitting here, typing this out, and I'm still hungry.

This is why cooking = lamesauce.

And also why I can't have nice things.

UPDATE:  I FOUND CHICKEN TENDERS IN THE FREEZER!!!!! WIN!!!!