I feel like garbage. All nice and trashy inside. Want to know why? It's called McDonald's. I ate it and now I am payin' for it. This morning I went down to the Airport Express Station to send off a good friend and on the way down I passed a sign for McDonald's. Normally this would not faze me since I equate MD's with death, but I have had what we call a craving for two weeks now and this afternoon (I managed to wait until lunch) I succumbed. Over the lips and over the gums went one Big Mac, two cheeseburgers and one medium fry. Now I feel like a disgusting guy. And should this surprise me? Absolutely not. I always (no, this is not an extreme statement) end up in a wretched state after indulging the bulging rotgut they serve up between those buns.
I need a new life rule. It should read something like CRAVINGS ALLOWED EXCEPT FOR McDONALDS. Or perhaps I should hang a warning around my neck WARNING: IF YOU SEE THIS MAN EATING McDONALDS STOP HIM. IT WILL KILL HIM. The stuff is just nasty. It felt good going down, but now I'll need at least 24 hours to overcome the disgust. Pray for me.
Back to my glass of water. Nothing purifies like water. McDonald's...I'm Hatin' It!