Do you ever get these weird cravings out of nowhere? I just did. I actually walked from Moulsecoomb down Lewes Road to find my kebab of choice. 30 minutes towards what seems to be my new favourite kebab shop.

I travelled through water puddles, weird looking goo and disgusting slime that in a previous life claimed to be leaves which could no longer bear the company of branches or which trees no longer wished to accommodate. Those damn leaves that become one with the ground when the rain gets them wet.

I endured the slippery sidewalk and all things icky mentioned above but kebab shop had run out of kebab meat. How does a kebab shop run out of kebab meat? It’s inconceivable! At least it was until a few minutes ago. I managed to keep it together and pretended to be on the phone until I had mourned enough to settle for a burger.

My adventure was not finished though. I walked back home with my personal alarm held tight in my hand. Yes I am a wuss. Being a wuss and a greedy bastard (amongst other things) is what makes me, well, me. So I walked into the Chinese takeaway shop. Got me enough rise and Chinese food to last me until next week. What’s a guy to do? I was craving for it on my way back.

I am thinking that either my quitting smoking is getting to me or I’m pregnant.
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P.S.: Photos are coming. Flickr is set, now all I need is a proper camera because my phone is not good enough, but it will work for now.

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Written by Colin Brooks on 02.11.05 at 10:08 pm.