H is for Hungry

Living on a very tight budget these days. I'm saving for a long trip to a place I've always wanted to visit. The money I'm saving is for spending on food and drink. I've got enough for the flight, and a very nice room.

I've been way out in the Pacific before, but never crossed it. I've never been on a jet before, but I have flown in my uncle's twin engine plane. Maybe I should hit the airport lounge before boarding.

Maybe?

Pffft!

So I won't be visiting a supermarket for two weeks. I have 2 frozen chicken breast halves, an 8 oz. frozen steak, two cans of mixed veggies, about 4 potatoes, 2 lbs. of rice, and over 5 lbs. of beans. I better sleep with a window open. Oh, I have 3 cans of pineapple chunks too.

I can make all that last for two weeks. I just wish I had some eggs. I have a craving for some scrambled eggs. With cheese! I want an omelette, Got damn it! No, I haven't been smoking pot. But some Doritos sure would be nice. Oh, some Macho Nachos from Del Taco. A pastrami from P&G. I know, a big fat burger from Sunnymeade Burgers, or Farmer Boys. Ah hell, even a little burger from Baker's, or In-'N'-Out. And a strawberry fuckin' shake!

Oh the sacrifice. I swear if I even see an al-Qaeda who wants to blow up his underwear, I'll wring his neck before he has a chance to light the fuse.

Damn I'm hungry!