2003-09-29 - 10:41 a.m.
dear diary,
the friend from california [see: delidinger] is coming back to continue living in the basement, tomorrow. he has promised to return with a carl's jr western bacon cheeseburger and fried zuchinni and ranch. he even guarenteed that the food would still be warm after the five hour flight.
i'm employing the don't-ask-don't-tell american homophobic way of dealing with how my WBC is going to be warm. it doesn't matter, it's irrelevant. the point is that i've been drooling for about 6 days now just thinking about it.
the midwest's answer to carl's jr is hardees. need i say more? it's been three years since i've had carl's jr - i don't know what it is about fast food but the midwest does not have it down to an art.
there is no el pollo loco here, so my chicken bean and rice burrito is nothing but a memory, and try finding churros in iowa? nope. jack in the box? nope. in and out burger? nope. weinerschnitzel? nope. i can't even get my corn dog fix out here.
instead we have... carver's, home of the famous butter burger. tell me how a burger fried in butter is going to be good. ya know what? skip the frying process, and just poor the grease directly into my mouth.
i just realized that i spent this entire entry talking about food when i could've been talking about the deer that raped my dog this weekend.