luck rhymes with fuck.

i've read through my old blog posts and not pleased with the amounts of fuck that i'm using. It's like the token word in every post. but it makes sense argumentatively here.

while eating chicken chop and chicken cutlet with an ACS Independent exile, we started talking about school food. And on the subject of cravings, of which i had a major one today. Like no kidding i was craving for a hard rock cafe burger soooo badly, but it would be too much hassle and $$ and time to get me a burger. So i turned to mcdelivery online, and just started salivating over the big mac. my order would take an hour to arrive. too long so fuck it i circle lined over to j8 macs and ate the big mac on my walk home.

anyway back to cravings, right now i really cant wait to eat the SAC mee pok. even though i usually think it sucks and just full of vinegar and chewy noodles and not enough fishball. sucks very much compared to the kind of noodles i can get from meng kitchen which is a 2 minute walk from my house. but yeah cravings. my stomach just made a noise. and i also can't wait for wednesday's henry mee.

yeah so much for this unexplainable allure. the kind that wrings knots inside of me and gives me little spasms.