I used to think that the day would never come...

[uberreiniger]

It finally happened. Today is the day when I got tired of chicken. You must understand, I eat chicken a lot. Like about four times a week, and have done so for several years. Today, when my dad arrived he brought me some leftover chicken strips from Chili's. I was just eating them and enjoying them very much when, for some reason, I just looked down at them, got a queasy feeling, and my mind said "this is disgusting."

I never thought my life would end up this way. I never really thought about how my life would end up at all and that's why it's this way. But I know one thing's for sure. I don't want any chicken for a very long time.

Maybe the shifty, skulking, menacing employees of Mandarin House who made my sweet and sour chicken yesterday put some kind of narcotic in the chicken to make me hate chicken and thus never come to their restaurant again. It's not the worst thing I've heard of going on in the kitchens of Chinese restaurants, you know. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.

I want beef. Beef and pork. Pork, yeah... the other white meat...