Oh snaps.

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Monday, April 11, 2011

Sex Dream? Nope. I dream about McChickens.

It's been a little over a month since I've eaten meat.  I gave up meat for Lent because I figured it would be easier than quitting smoking.  A week ago I quit smoking.  So now I'm left with no meat or cigarettes.  What does this do to someone?  Instead of having sex dreams, I've been having the weirdest FOOD dreams.  Yup, FOOD.  As in picturing myself gorge on a PILE of McChickens and eat dozens of burgers and bacon wrapped hot dogs.  I'm going crazy.  I literally woke up the other night around 3 am and wanted a McChicken so bad that I googled a picture of it and stared at it for 10 minutes.  For some reason, the cigarettes aren't bothering me.  It's more the meat.  I WANT MEAT (I bet you don't hear a lesbian say that often!). But seriously though, come April 24, I'm gorging on everything meat I can find.  It's going to look like a scene from Precious.  I'm so excited.  My countdown begins...who wants to join me on my Meat Feast?!  I will buy a round of McChickens for everyone.

[I wish that was me in the photo and I hope that's the number of McChickens I'll eat]
Posted by supermercado at 5:27 PM
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