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Came home to find Sadie had gotten into the garbage to find cat food cans and lick them clean, leaving the cans strewn. She got a stern lecture, and now she's hiding from me. Rode the bike, only to watch commercial after commercial for the McRib, which is making my mouth water, and the rage builds. I decide to put some spaghetti in the microwave, only to find that Micha has peed on the microwave yet again. I grab him and haul him up to the microwave and douse him repeatedly with water-- he's pissed off, and is now hiding in the basement.

I am angry. I want to break things. I want to yell and scream, get a bulldozer and smash the house to bits.

I don't understand where this comes from. It tastes like frustration, but it's in an entirely new category of anger.

I need...

I don't know what I need.

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magicmarmot
Nov. 7th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
The McRib is like McCrack for me. If you've seen the Simpson's episode where Homer goes on tour after the KrustyBurger McRibWich, that's pretty damn close.

I know they're bad for me. I declare victory after avoiding getting off the bike and driving to McD's to buy a herd of them and toss 'em in the freezer.

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