what happens when blood sugar goes bad! i have to say i've never really been able to eat at taco bell. i love mexican as much as the next scottish/quebecois american, but just not out of a window. that, and that one time that girl at college said she got a cow tendon in her bean burrito. i couldn't survive a misplaced tendon. i've accepted my limits and i love myself anyway.
speaking of the abyss of fast food, did anyone else know the dip at dairyqueen is lard? LARD. what is with the modern use of lard. isn't that why we went to the trouble of making all those chemicals, so lard could retire and move to florida like everyone else? my sister's bestfriend worked at a daryqueen in highschool and read the ingredients. you know how long ago that was? 15 years. my sister has left me in the lard dark for 15 years. i thought it was wax all this time. which is gross, but not lard gross. she is so not inheriting my buffy collection. i'd rather see it go to strangers.
i'm doing that thinking way too much about food thing i do whenever i am trapped in the bank and i can't go buy any. it's a good thing i'm stuck because i finally came back to 170 and i'd really like to keep it. the lure of cheezits might be too strong to resist if had the freedom to procure them. i've been way into salty lately. like those moose that lick the road in winter. you know what happens to them, they get hit by tractor trailers. shame i can't secure that kind of consequence for buying ridiculous snackfood. threat of a speeding 18 wheeler just might keep me out of the market all together.