I'm just gonna come out and say it: I ate an M&M McFlurry from McDonald's last night.
I'm not proud of it, but I kind of am at the same time, because that was my FIRST TIME EATING AT MCDONALD'S. What kind of American am I? (I actually have an answer to that question, but I don't want to insult any of the self-proclaimed "typical Amurrcans" out there.) In any case, my first time at McDonald's was just the way it should be: in the passenger seat of a car with 90's music blasting and someone with a camera in the back seat documenting everything. I have no regrets (except, of course, for cheating on you, my beloved vegan diet).
On a related note: chocolate chip cookies aren't suddenly turned vegan if you dunk them in soy milk, right? (Don't answer this.)
I had a blast though; it was so great to finally reconnect with my two best friends from SPES.
Highlight of the night: we got picked up at a gas station (thanks for always keepin' it classy, SP). Though the invitation to get "fuckin' smashed" with some "21" year olds (who looked suspiciously like confused preteens) was very tempting, we declined. For me, the option to go home and bore myself to sleep was just too exciting to pass up. I hope they survived their (Thursday) evening without us there to chaperon. Oh Thirsty Thursdays. Makes me nostalgic for St. Lawrence University (NOT).
In other news: L. has left the building, and I am sad because I think he and O. should get married and have yoga prodigy offspring ASAP.
In other (other) news: I hope no one actually reads this blog. (But not really.)
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