From the ashes I have returned as an immoral asshole speaking deep thoughts that I would never condone (i.e. release) on my other blog.  So in a way, this will be my Yang to my Yin, where for this I can entertain the masses, while the other inform, motivate, and all that bullshit they feed you in a motivational forum.  So, currently what takes up a majority of my time is the soul sucking applications for law school.  The constant revisions of my ineptitude to create a decent personal statement amuses me due to my obvious narcissistic tendencies.  Essentially I am perplexed on how I cannot seem write about myself.  Yet, thats a whole other issue that I need to resolve by myself instead of divulging to the masses (or at most five people) that read this blog.  Yet, I have a more dire situation that hopefully someone can give me an articulate answer.  The question being:

“Can you die from eating too much Chick-fil-a?”

Now you think that this is all a sarcastic joke, yet I earnestly want the answer to this.  After my first indulging of this delicacy, I was instantly hooked.  For the past four days now I have been eating (without fail) a spicy Chick-fil-a sandwich with BBQ sauce and their godly criss-cut fries.  Why with this obsession?  Well, other than that it being completely obvious whoever has tried Chick-fil-a, there are three reasons why I wholly support this place.

1) They prepare food FUCKING fast.  Right after I order, I barely have time to text message that I am in heaven (ironically Chick-fil-a is a Christian run institution), when I receive my food.

2) Their variety of sauces and endless supply is intoxicating.  Like any Asian, I hoard shit.  A lot of shit.  So, seeing that there are at least 6 different fucking sauces available for my taking, my Asian-ness takes a whole new form.  I am putting three sauces of each (who knows maybe I will have a sudden craving to eat their Polynesian sauces, whatever the fuck that tastes like).  And who knows, maybe there will be a sudden crisis, where someone forgot to get their godly BBQ sauce, when lo and behold, I am their savior (yup, that was another pun).

3) Most importantly, their lemonade is godly (man I should stop).  I have tasted a lot of lemonade from a variety of fast food places, but this place takes it, hands down.  Even if its made from concentrate, I do not give a fuck.  Their lemonade tastes fresh.  Not Tropicana Fresh, but more like lemonade street hustler stand lemonade.

I think I will continue my routine of the Spicy Delux sandwich each day until (God forbid) that I get tired of it or it kills me from being too damn fucking good.