The Continued Stuffing of my Face

I am in the downward spiral of food consumption. Actually, not so much food as “junk” and I can’t seem to get enough of it. I could easily mainline Pepsi — oh, the joy that would be. I’ve no fear of needles! Bring it on!

No, but after a horribly difficult day at the office and 3 Big Gulp sodas — I headed home. I arrived at the train station and had 20 minutes to spare till my train departed for Salem. I was instantly drawn to the little McDonalds housed in the Boston Fleet Centre. I got an order of chocolate chip cookies and a large Coke. I could hear fatty cells multiply as I swallowed. …but I didn’t care enough to stop.

Oh, rather interesting to note — the Mcy-D’s clerk had a heavy sort of Polish-like accent and he was saying to each customer, “Lady, what want for you?” …sad thing is I didn’t even notice until the dude in front of me said, “Fool! I ain’t no lady!” …the poor little clerk said, “So sorry, m’am, to upset for you!” I couldn’t stop laughing …then he said to me, “Lady, what want for you?” —- I didn’t correct him. I just grabbed my cookies and tub of soda and ran to my train.

The train ride was from Hell, but I will not bore you with the details of that dark journey into this cold night.

January 7, 2004. Uncategorized.

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