Eating a cow

So, last night I was sitting around in my apartment when my roommate Mike showed up after having just grabbed some McDonald's from around the corner. This tempted me, which is strange because I think that McDonald's is disgusting, but every once in a while I get an undeniable urge to eat a half pound of fried and heat lamped beef in the form of the #4, the double quarter pounder. So I head out to the drive through and make my purchase, but upon returning home I open the box (yes, the double quarter pounder comes in an inconvenient box now) and see not 0.5 lbs, but 0.25 lbs of beef. They only gave me a regular quarter pounder, and disguised it in this useless box! I was livid...normally I would just sit back and enjoy the 4 ounces, but instead I got back in my car and headed back out for more meat. They didn't even question me at the drive through though, as they simply handed me another box in addition to my regular quarter pounder. I felt victorious for a second, I had scored 1/4 pound and two atkins-unfriendly buns for free. Then as I started eating I realized that no human was made to endure 3/4 of McDonald's meat. I was about ready to give up when I thought of Sally Struthers. Ya know, the lady from All in the Family who does the comercials for starving kids in third world countries? How could I not eat this extra burger when some kid overseas was withstanding constant flies in his face as he starved? I mean, that would get fucking annoying, all those flies buzzing around. I ate that extra burger for him...and it wasnt good, but it was the right thing to do in retrospect.

In unrelated news (or is it) I've already managed to get sick. If it wasn't from Mickey-D's, then maybe it was from our apartment's hot-tub, which was shut down today due to being unsanitary the sign says. If you have been in our hot tub and read that last line, it was a joke, relax, that's not true. Really it's probably from going out till 4 AM in the 45 degree weather lately. Anyway, I dont think getting sick is a big deal, so I won't whine anymore about it.

Perhaps lastly (I say perhaps because I don't really plan these blogs out ahead of time), I think I've come up with a second really good idea for a book/movie/short story. I bet you didnt even know I had a first! Anyway, I won't go too far into it, as I'm sure many aspiring writers read this blog and could steal it, but it has to do with obscure gambling.

Well, I guess I can't think of anything else important to write about (yes, getting the wrong order at McD's is important), except for how our apartment got broken into Saturday night. Alright, if anything worth writing comes up though, my faithful readers will be the first to hear about it. I'm out and off to bed.