why? Why? WHY???

Ok, so this morning I stopped at my favorite gas station, the QT right near Chris's house, on my way to skool. I always get a cup of coffee for the drive, and then I wandered past the little heater section where they have those pre-made breakfast sammiches and biscuits. Yep, there was my old friend, Mr. Chicken and Bacon Biscuit calling my name. I know these things are horrible, and are probably loaded with more chemicals than Jim Morrisson and Jimi Hendrix combined (when they were alive, of course), but my hand developed a mind of its own and grabbed one. Of course, once I got to driving up I-35, I realized that, despite my hopes that QT had suddenly changed the recipe or ingredients and that it might actually taste like some semblance of "chicken, "biscuit", "bacon", or any combination thereof, I was depressed to find out that it still tasted like hot buttered shit on toast.

(this is an actual picture of the 'Chicken and Bacon Biscuit' and his evil sidekicks 'Jalapeno Sausage Roll, 'Breakfast Burrito', and his step-brother-from-the-Bronx "Sausage and Egg Biscuit Yo")

So then I started thinking about other things that I do, that I KNOW I'm gonna regret, and made a list:
1. Why do I buy coffee from a gas station? It always taste like they roasted it on a dirty sidewalk.
2. Why do I continue to drink too many JaegerBombs? I know I'm gonna feel like !@#$ in the morning usually.
3. Why do I screw around the house before I have to leave somewhere, even if I know I have to leave at a given time or I'll be late, and leave two minutes after that?
4. Why do I keep working at Dumbass Customer Central, also known as IKEA? I know that at least three people per day will ask me a question or demand something so retarded, that I'm forming scar tissue on my tongue from biting it and refraining from taking them out back and giving them a good solid asskicking.
5. Why do I keep buying the aforementioned "Chicken and Bacon Biscuit" when I know that a) it resembles a doughy hockey puck and not-so-coincidentally tastes like a doughy hockey puck with some grease and salt slathered on?
6. Why do I set my alarm clocks earlier than I need to get up when I know damn well I will hit the snooze button about 6 times anyway and still get up later than I should?

I could go on, but then I would be depressed, and have to go the gas station and buy some overcooked coffee and crappy biscuits, and you would be reading about me in the Dallas obituatiries in the morning, haha. And since this is the New and Improved 2007 Keith, we will be having none of that!!!

See you soon in Tyler!