climate: gross
place: closet, san antonio, tx
watching: clean sweep on tlc
listening to: sugarcult 'start static'
eating: too much
drinking: nowhere near enough
the weather here is pissing me off. i walked outside today and couldn't breathe. the humidity is ungodly... it's like in denver where you have to breathe really deep to get enough oxygen due to high altitude. only here you have to breathe really deep to get enough oxygen due to the ridiculous amount of water in the air. and then the water coats your lungs and you drown. death by humidity... how sad.
we ate at wendy's today and i'm fairly certain that my chicken was tainted... damn hill billy register guy...
"wha' can i get ya?"
"can i get some of those homestyle chicken strips?"
"wha'?"
"chicken strips."
"s'ry, we're outta da chicken."
"[from kitchen]ronnie, a batch just came out"
"o. wha' can i get ya?"
godammit ronnie! i just want some fucking chicken strips! can i get some deep fried chicken? that's all i want. and how the hell can a fast food resturant be out of something?! apparently ronnie is unaware that he is working at a wendy's...
i hate this place.