I confess, I have been bad

Ok, shoot me now. I had McDonalds yesterday. For those of you who don't know me very well, you probably wouldn't quite understand what that means. I'm vegetarian (although I do eat fish and seafood). In my fridge you will usually find organic milk, feta, pumpkin, spinach, cherry tomatoes, smoked salmon, blueberries, organic yoghurt and butter, fresh fruit juice, olives, fresh ravioli, date chutney, camembert, blue cheese, broccoli and haloumi (as well as lots of wine and chocolate, but that's beside the point here). You get the idea. I don't do McDonalds. Except in extreme emergency situations or situations absolutely beyond my control. Both of which mean the same: When I'm really drunk at 3am in the morning and nothing else is open. It happens. That's fine. But yesterday I had McDonalds by choice. Now that's a worry. And I'm not sure why I'm confessing this to the world here as I'm kind of embarassed about it, but I think I needed a cleansing confession. To my defense, I would like to say that I was in a rush between work and evening tutorial at uni and just needed something quick and filling. But then again, I could have had a sandwich or noodles. Yet I chose to have McDonalds. A fish burger and a medium fries for dinner. Because I felt like it. Ok, dear God, you can take me straight to hell now.

Anyway, apart from the fact that I betrayed my oh-so-organic heart, the one thing that most irritates me is that McDonalds is so full of shit. Does anyone else find it absolutely hilarious that the new McDonalds slogan is "Because you are what you eat"? Ahem, yeah... sure. I am what I eat and I choose to eat McDonalds because I want to be a rubber-cross-cardboard tasting imitation bun made with a lovely mix of genetically modified wheat and E345 and E452 and with some greasy garbage meat thrown in there to create a cholesterol and fat loaded piece of junk. That sounds like me.