It was not at all like me...

only worse. I went out tonight to see the taping of a live show. It was really cool and I enjoyed it a lot. OK the last guest was ... well... let's say my Atheist meter went off and went to full tilt. That set aside it was a great time. Thanks to Gina and Darren for a lovely evening.

Not my point.

I was so hungry on my way home. SOOOO fucking hungry. Like I had been stoned. If you know me you can guess that that was not the case. I was over the top hungry. I ate so no idea why. I had shrimp. It wasn't even chinese food. So I'm hungry right. The point is I did a gross thing. I ate a really gross thing.

I stopped at the arches. Now I didn't consume any of their beef. That would be truly gross anymore, I just don't want it after being away from it for so long after seeing the movie. I got fries and a sprite.

The gross thing is kinda what I did with the fries.

I took the large fries and I dumped them back in the bag. Threw a whole thing of salt in after them and shook the freaking thing. By throw the salt in I mean i shook it all out them threw the salt package in too just for good fucking measure. I shook it. I shook that bag like a heroin addict on day 3 of drying out. I'm not saying on day 3 you shake the shit out of some poor junkie who is trying to go straight. I'm saying I'm betting they can't stop shaking at day 3, but I digress.

Salt... fries... sprite...

I ate.

Lots and lots of fucking salt. It was greasy. It was salty and the sprite provided sugar... so ya. Salt, Fat, Sugar. All the major food groups except chocolate. I'll get that tomorrow.

night.