oh, ruffles, i thought i knew you
I think I've mentioned a couple times that I can't access LJ from my office, except from my phone--it's a double edged sword, because on the one hand I WANT TO, but on the other hand it would seriously fuck with my productivity. BUT TODAY IT HAS BEEN TORTURE, because I have been waiting since I ran to grab an iced tea at 8:45 this morning to show you guys this. Long were the hours between me and my lunch break, let me tell you.
But now I am happily settled in at the nearest Starbucks, eating leftover Chinese food with a spoon I snatched from the office kitchen (why yes, my middle name is class, how did you know?), and I can finally show you the latest terror American gluttony hath wrought.
You guys, this is what I saw when I went to get my tea this morning:
Now, there are a lot of things I could say about this photo--about, for example, how it is unholy and wrong to malign the chicken wing like this, the chicken wing that never did anything but provide sweet, deep fried bliss after a couple of beers. About how Ruffles potato chips were supposed to be better than this; about how a girl turns her back on junk food for one measly year and THIS IS WHAT SHE GETS.
However, all of the things I could say would come back to the same point, that point being:
YOU GUYS, WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE
But now I am happily settled in at the nearest Starbucks, eating leftover Chinese food with a spoon I snatched from the office kitchen (why yes, my middle name is class, how did you know?), and I can finally show you the latest terror American gluttony hath wrought.
You guys, this is what I saw when I went to get my tea this morning:
Now, there are a lot of things I could say about this photo--about, for example, how it is unholy and wrong to malign the chicken wing like this, the chicken wing that never did anything but provide sweet, deep fried bliss after a couple of beers. About how Ruffles potato chips were supposed to be better than this; about how a girl turns her back on junk food for one measly year and THIS IS WHAT SHE GETS.
However, all of the things I could say would come back to the same point, that point being:
YOU GUYS, WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE