condiment whore

i lurve condiments. you can make or break any meal with them.

i haven't hardly eaten all day. i was up, literally, all night last night and finally went to bed around 7am this morning. i slept until 1pm and then headed out to the Elm. on the way, i had a turkey sandwich and some gatorade. that's all i've had to eat today. so, when i got back at 8:30pm to Cuz's house, my ribs were touching.

i ordered a burger and fries and this ho has no ketchup in the house. who doesn't have ketchup? i tried to eat the fries with seafood cocktail sauce, but it's a bit too spicy and my stomach is just now calming down after a tumultuous week. plus, i'm sure in the fuck not going to douse my burger with it. so, i abandoned that. what am i supposed to do? eat a dry-ass hamburger? i can't. i took a few bites and i'm done. i'm not sure i'm desperate enough, but i'm certain i have packs of ketchup on the floor of my car somewhere. am i that desperate? i don't know. i still feel a headache coming on. shit. now i gotta go out looking like a crackhead digging around for loose packets in my car.

then again, i could just skip the burger and go straight for the chocolate cake. oh, the choices one must make.

to the car i go.