I very much enjoy getting weird video podcasts to my little Bean pod but you know what I really hate? The guy on the VHI Best Week Ever. The man has more gums than Meg Ryan and also, embarrassingly enough, reminds me of a guy I dated once. I dont know who to write to, however, and complain about the man showing too much gummy mess when he smiles. Hes got an oyster mouth.
Mmm oysters. You know, I dont know if they really are all sexilicious but man, I just cant stop smiling when Im eating some fresh raw oysters. Oh. Look at that, it was actually a meaningful segue. Wow. That doesnt happen very often.
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It is officially spring. I have commenced my joyous lunchtime ritual of driving around aimlessly for 40 minutes with the sunroof open, followed by fifteen minutes of Oh shit, I should probably eat something and then a sad trip through a drive through in which I get something I dont really want because there are no drive throughs with delicious bowls of ripe watermelon and Quorn chicken nuggets (which, along with cereal and toast, is another food I would totally live on) and peanut butter sandwiches. (Today, the furtive trip was through McDonalds, only because I wanted a bucket full of their Diet Coke (but sadly, they do not offer the bucket-sized cup, only the half bucket). I ended up ordering a cheeseburger just ketchup (because those onions are wrong, Ive never acquired a taste for mustard, and their pickles taste neither dilly nor garlicky and strangely lack any vinegary zing and therefore have no business being on a burger) but then threw it out because apparently I had gotten some kind of wallflower plain hamburger that they then bathed in ketchup.) (Fucking McDonalds.)
It seems to be an either/or conundrum. I could easily go to a grocery store with a fabulous salad bar and procure some of these items (although probably not watermelon, since grocery store deli watermelon has more pickley flavor than McDonalds pickles) but then I would miss out on the joy of the aimless driving, the warm sun beating on the part of my hair, the strange and glorious sounds pouring out of my Pod, the utter absence of the soul-sucking long fluorescent lights that buzz constantly above my cubicle like ivory mutant bluebottle flies.
Oh, Happy Monday.
Mmm oysters. You know, I dont know if they really are all sexilicious but man, I just cant stop smiling when Im eating some fresh raw oysters. Oh. Look at that, it was actually a meaningful segue. Wow. That doesnt happen very often.
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It is officially spring. I have commenced my joyous lunchtime ritual of driving around aimlessly for 40 minutes with the sunroof open, followed by fifteen minutes of Oh shit, I should probably eat something and then a sad trip through a drive through in which I get something I dont really want because there are no drive throughs with delicious bowls of ripe watermelon and Quorn chicken nuggets (which, along with cereal and toast, is another food I would totally live on) and peanut butter sandwiches. (Today, the furtive trip was through McDonalds, only because I wanted a bucket full of their Diet Coke (but sadly, they do not offer the bucket-sized cup, only the half bucket). I ended up ordering a cheeseburger just ketchup (because those onions are wrong, Ive never acquired a taste for mustard, and their pickles taste neither dilly nor garlicky and strangely lack any vinegary zing and therefore have no business being on a burger) but then threw it out because apparently I had gotten some kind of wallflower plain hamburger that they then bathed in ketchup.) (Fucking McDonalds.)
It seems to be an either/or conundrum. I could easily go to a grocery store with a fabulous salad bar and procure some of these items (although probably not watermelon, since grocery store deli watermelon has more pickley flavor than McDonalds pickles) but then I would miss out on the joy of the aimless driving, the warm sun beating on the part of my hair, the strange and glorious sounds pouring out of my Pod, the utter absence of the soul-sucking long fluorescent lights that buzz constantly above my cubicle like ivory mutant bluebottle flies.
Oh, Happy Monday.
The only thing I like at McDonalds are the EggMcMuffins. As far as hamburgers go there are so many better places. Not sure if you have the Carl's Jr. where you are but their WesternBacon Cheesber is really good. I think they put crack in the bbq sauce.
Hope your week is going well.
Take care!