iv been livin in kbilli for about - o 4 months now it must be.. and ill admit that the area has had a bit of an effect on me... for instance, im eating avacardo on multigrain+wholemeal bread with vegitable sea salt... i mean come on - this is the queen of mcdonalds talking here... now im not about to go down 2 the park and do yoga every sat morn - or join the little sailing groups that bop around the water just down from my house, i havnt gone that 'north shore'... i just looked down at my plate and started laughing, and wondering - why the hell am i eating this food and not an optropo burger from oportoes like i used 2 on saturdays...? well its not because i am joingin up to the newest n bestested fab thats hit thie suburb or any of that mumbo jumbo - its hoesntly bcuz the little kbilli supermarket that i shop at sells all sorts of WACK foods n this is the closest i could get 2 a normal meal for sat :) now im sure that my insides are screaming with glee at the healthy food that i am currently digesting, however my taste buds are calling out for sugar, more flavour - something ANYTHING!!
it got me thinking, when i lived in chipindale in the city - i was eating maca's more then twice a week, and using kfc and oportoes the other nites for 'variety'... i mean COME ON - wat kind of diet is that? o 2day ill have fanta instead of coke, that'll b my fruit hit for the day... but when u have all 3 of those shops 1 minute from your door- how the bloody hell do u say no??
**my flatmates r playing mj - ie the king of POP at the loudest our souround sound in the lounge can go, im sitting on my mattress and the walls are shaking**
moneywise, it is a wee bit expensive to buy ten dollar meals each time you eat, in my bugdet, i barely get 20 for the whole day, and blowing 11.50 at macas on a large triple cheeseburger meal with 6 nuggets n sweet n sour souce is quite a chunk taken out of that - but i was just so much easier. Eesier in the fact that i put in 65+ hours a WEEK at work and night school, not to mention the time spent traveling and homework on the weekends... by the time lunch or dinner comes around, if i hav rememberd to eat earlier in the day and am not starving, then im so bloody tired the last thing i do is feel like going to woolies and shopping, trying to remember wat my mum used 2 cook at home because aparently spageti from a tin on toast doesnt classify as a 'meal' - and then going all the way home, cooking, eating and cleaning it all up... its much easier to just go line up for 15-45 seconds, and woosh bang pop - iv got bread, meat, vegies (the gurchin) and a nice drink 2 acopany my meal...
not these days tho... the closet thing IV got to fast food these days is the 3 week old pie that sits on the slide-door keep warm little cabnit thingie on the other side of milsons point station... hence - the avi on toast... if i feel like treating myself ill head up to the spit-roast shop, where i can a portugese chicken burger with salad - i tell u, the north shore idea of fast food, not only takes at least 7mins (yes iv timed) but doesnt give you that same feeling the macas does, u no wat i mean... feeling like ur 10 years old again sneaking macas with ur nanny at maroubra junction n promising not to tell ur mummy - o well maybe that was just me :P well i spose i shud b thankful that im eatin so healthly these days, and i have quit the fags... the sun is shinning today its 25 degrees outside and i can c the water if i lean out my window...
all i feel like tho is a large triple cheese, nuggets and apple pie and a fag hanging out my mouth... now THAT, would make me feel 'really' happy - wouldnty it...? damn those marketing men damn them!!
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