A Recap...

A few months ago I place an order for curly fries.

I got them thinking I'd only snack on them for a little bit. I never thought they'd be my entree.


What the chef didn't tell me was that these fries came coated with love instead of Lawry's. Imagine my surprise when I took a bite.

I noticed the tang of paprika was missing. No hint of garlic here.

Instead I tasted passion and lust and sex...and it tasted damn good.

I yearned for my curly fries...needed to feel them tickle down my throat as they filled me up.

Soon I noticed my soul was full. Something I hadn't felt in years.

Panicked, I rushed to the bathroom...channeling my inner bulimic Eastern European model.

Months of snacking lay floating in my toilet. Relieved I flushed and looked forward to the next snack.

Today I'm still searching, looking for something to fill me.