Okay, is it extraordinarily sad that I am SO SUPER EXCITED about lunch at a Mexican restaurant today?
My coworker and I, seriously*, could eat Pizza and Mexican Every. Single. Day. She is my taste-bud-twin. (Except I think she doesn't like beer. Me, I like me a good microbrew once in a while.) We are going together today to indulge in chips and salsa, and perhaps a Lunch #1: Speedy Gonzales.
Wondering...if we did
have get to eat P or M every day, would she be content to eat
any kind of pizza, as would I? Meaning, frozen pizza counts - Domino's counts - Hot Pockets counts - even Geno's Pizza Rolls would count, on occassion.
Must stop talking. Starting to sound crazy.
*I guess this would be the appropriate place to say "serious as a heart attack," because that is what we will have someday. And this, after
Krissy's inspiring post about cholesterol issues and addiction. Oops. Oh well. I lied, Krissy, it IS the Food! I'm addicted, too. Can I blame you for getting me thinking about it? Thanks.
2 comments:
Dude, I haven't had any sugar for going on 14 hours now. You can blame me for whatever you like, but I'd do it from far away, because I am a raving, slavering beyotch right now.
The sugar is infinately worse than the smokes or the booze ever was. Particularly with the vending machine just steps away in the breakroom.
When I quit smoking and drinking there wasn't a cigarette machine and bar ten steps away, dig?
I do not need a pop tart. I DO NOT NEED A POP TART.
Fucking pop tarts.
JUST SAY NO! Evil vending machine just wants your MONEY!
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