sometimes my job at FG means i have to work until kind of late. well kind of late for me. i do work with a few workaholics that would scoff at my 10 hour day. today was one of those days, which was fine except that my lovely friend invited me over for dinner. it wasn't a bad day at work, to be perfectly honest, but when you know you have to get out of there and drive to santa monica and you want to so bad cause you want to be with good peeps and you can't so then you get grumpy (my aim is to strive for run-on sentences that require you to read over and over until you can figure out what the hell i'm trying to say). so anyway i was at work until 8 and then i had to go pick up stuff from one of my suitcases located in hollywood. in case you were uninformed i have a suitcase at three different locations and one very mobile one (my car). so i went over to john's to grab some stuff and of course mimi freaked out! really freaked out with the barking and loving and it was just ridiculous which really made me sad because i'm a dead beat mom and i have guilt. just look at this baby:
but seriously her dad snores and it drives me INSANE. so i leave and she is sad and crying and i'm starving and poor and of course, just as though god opened the skies there in the horizon i see the arches.
stupid arches.
so with more guilt i order a southern style crispy chicken sandwich (it rolls off the tongue really). note: one must order this sandwich with big mac sauce, otherwise don't bother.
usually mcdonald's is a sign of emotional instability for me. tonight, although delicious, was not the exception.
the thing with mcdonald's is that it's kind of like alcohol. in reality it's a depressant. but sometimes it makes you feel great, like a kid! so free! and tasty! and other times it makes you feel like an ass, a fat ass and it doesn't even taste that great and so wasn't worth the 5000 calorie intake. and now you are depressed. but tonight i was totally fine with it. so cheers mcdee's! thanks for the good times! sorry foodies for the terrible restauranteers blog, but sometimes you got to slum it.
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i had an unfortunate run-in with mcdonalds on our drive home from phoenix. in ended with a 15 minute wait at the counter, two free apple tart things, me recounting the story to carl with numerous obscenities and finally leaving after an hour and a half. i hate mcdonalds. retards.
Um, so when I saw this was another eat blog, I was excited, but thought..."How come Nicki never blogs about something I can relate to, like McDonalds? I mean, she loves their Coke." And then I went on to read your blog and I was so happy for the shout-out to McDonalds. Haha. Your baby looks so sweet, by the way.
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