So there's this thing I've had my eye on for a while; for the sake of this post, we're going to call it...
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Potato Salad.
I really, really, really fucking want this Potato Salad. I want it more than I want my next breath.
Don't ask me why. From what I've seen, there's nothing particularly remarkable about this Potato Salad. It might not even be good - like everyone's had their hand in it, or it's made of old ass, stanky rotten taters and someone decided to dress it up as a salad to pretend it wasn't all stanky, or the flies have been into it. I don't know, I only know it's not my potato salad.
I think one of the problems is that when I first saw this potato salad, I was starving. Like, shipwrecked on an island with only coconuts for a year starving. By the time I got off that island, I might have fallen in love with almost anything that wasn't a fucking coconut - wheatgrass, raisin bran, and this potato salad just so happened to be the first non coconut thing I'd seen in forever, yet I never got a chance to have even a bite of it.
I've had a lot to eat since I got off that island, but that potato salad still haunts me to the point where it's the only thing I want. I dream about filling my mouth up with it, rubbing it lovingly over my naked body, having its potato babies...
And it's just a god damn fucking potato salad.
I don't even like potato salad.
But I want this one. Just this one.
I am so fucking brain damaged.
I stole the following image from....reddit? Instagram? Facebook? No credit. Not mine. Sums up everything I'm feeling right now, though.
