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What The Hell Am I Doing?
.Posted by Lynnster on March 6, 2008
Right this moment, I’m torn between jonesing for some Krystal Chiks, and the possibility of going and hugging the porcelain god due to some weird wave of nausea that suddenly hit me a little while ago.*
Yeah, I don’t understand it either.
* (No, I am NOT pregnant. No way no how.)
Ginger said
Most of the time when I have that “hurl on deck” urge to bow before the porcelin god, I crave the hottest, greasiest Mexican food I can get. For some reason, in my mind I think that whatever bug is living in my tummy will be burned away by the heat.
…and then there’s always hard liquor.
hee!
churlita said
Oh, okay. I was going to suggest pregnancy, but you’ve already ruled that out.
Frank Strovel III said
There’s a Krystal’s right next to my apartment building and I’m on a serious Double Cheese Krystal kick right now.