gross_cravings warmthofrelease When I get famous or lose_my_shit completely or both I will probably be that guy who blames shit on my parents. It is rooted in truth more than in convenience, but certainly both. 2 college dropouts. Living off their own parents' real estate, in one way or another, for most of their lives. They did care mostly, they were there mostly, but a whole lot of things slipped through the cracks. And, as it were, I had the very willing misfortune of growing up on fast_food. I've carried these many dietary habits and cravings with me into my (purported) adult_life. They do die hard. McDisgusting was as frequent a stop as any of them. My regular but not always order was the chicky nugs with no dip and fries with no ketchup. Even til this day I eat fries and chips plain. Just give me that dry crunchy salt it's all I want. Need to wash it down? That's what the drink is for. And my drink of choice? An orange Hi-C. These days I am still abhorrently dependent on fast food. Of course, anymore, there's as much or greater value in it than grocery shopping and cooking in many if not most cases. But it does cost me, and in more than a monetary sense. But the difference is my palate, and my conscience. I haven't been to a McDamnyoucallthisfood for anything other than a bathroom for years. Popeyes, Subway, Burger_King, KFC, and a consistent list of others have made it to the "never_the_fuck_again" list. In a sense I am doing better than what I was raised to be. But here I sit. At overpriced burger chain (more than 4 dudes and less than 6). It's the end of a long shitty day of playing fetch with capitalism and being set up to fail at my pawn assed place in this big machine. And I am sipping, savoring, and thoroughly enjoying a syrupy and sickly sweet Orange Hi-C with impunity. Yeah I'm gonna die. That's exactly the point. Not TO die, but that I will. I'm getting seconds. 240525 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Yeah, life's too short not to have treats once in a while. The dog agrees. I'm not big on deep-fried stuff, but I can be childishly sugar-hungry. ... The title reminds me of the time a craving turned into an "ew, gross" for me. It was those peely, processed cheese slices - Kraft brand, I think. It was 2011. I was living away from home for the first time, buying my own groceries, and boxes of these cheese-like entities were on sale. I bought one, thinking, "Oh yeah, I used to love these as a kid." But when I took a bite, the magic was gone. My mouth complained: this slimy, plasticky thing isn't REAL cheese! It wasn't a put-on snobby thing; I just didn't like the taste or texture anymore. 240528 ... raze for me, it's the fruit_salad that belongs to a very specific pocket of my late childhood. it would probably turn my stomach now, but sometimes my mind makes pictures, and i want to eat them just to remember how they made me feel when they were real. 240528 what's it to you? who go blather from