Darren Shan and VERY BAD THINGS!

There is a mad love that happens every so often when I read Darren Shan. An element of the heroic that gets to me and I think: I would marry him sight unseen, despite the macabre.

Unfortunately, with the internet being what it is, I googled. And, well? The attraction is just zero. But who knows? I may read him again and find myself revived of desire. Anything can happen.

But, in the meantime the disappointment is palpable.

The column I was about to write has "disapparated". That's right, motherfuckers, I just used a "Harry Potterism" (TM).

Okay, onto food and my sins.

Half a bag of baked onion rings. So salty sweet, the corn bits (I know they use corn) crumbling in my mouth. Irresistible, I couldn't stop, until I really was full!

No dinner for me tonight!

Bad Hilda!

Yesterday I went to Jack in the Box because I WANTED curly fries. And a chocolate shake-the way the whipped cream melted into the chocolate portion was SUBLIME! BBQ sauce with the fries hit the spot. The hot curls of spicy potato, covered in saucy sauce drove me nearly insane with pleasure. And I drank my usual half Diet Coke (TM) half lemonade. Oh YUMMY. No dinner last night either.

I remain hopelessly in love with bad things,

Hilda Stinson