i'm lovin it... not! i feel so disgusting.

my options are limited coz it took me until just now to find lunch. so the only places open sell fast food. thus, what nearest neon sign beckons me but the golden arches yonder nary a block away.

10 minutes and three invites of, "can we help you?" later, i settled on a three-piece chicken select order. three strips of what i hope is chicken dipped in crispy batter made from reconstituted material only the gods of the lyric opera know.

it took them forever to cook the things. i grabbed the bag and trudged back to the office. all i could think of are the many unnameable things the doctor told the supersize guy about needing to stop eating mickey d's.

now.
else he'll die.
today.

"i'll never eat mcdonald's again! there's this experiment i saw on TV where they let fries from two delis and mcdonald's rot under some bell jars for a couple weeks. the deli fries grew the expected fungi but guess what happened to the mcdonald's fries," goaded my colleague.

i stayed quiet. hello? like i wanted to know?

"they stayed the same!" she laughed, throwing her arms up. she pinched a couple places on her sides. "i'm never eating those again coz they just deposit themselves in your body!"

i'm done with the chicken strips. ewwwwwwwwwww. the ranch dressing is NOT GOOD. not in this life, not in the next, not on someone else's life. why didn't i just risk the old spaghetti and meatballs?

there is only one way to remedy this.

not bulimia.
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yay!  ¶ 7/29/2005 04:49:00 PM