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today my lovely brother came home from working at the bank for a bite to eat. before he arrived, we talked on the phone and decided that we should eat mcdonalds. yes, we decided we should eat mcdonalds.

i haven't eaten mcdonalds in the last, count them, four years. since i've been back, i've eaten the most unhealthy things one can imagine. i've eaten cheese steaks, pizza on a number of occasions, fried mozzarella, jalapeno poppers, salad with too much dressing and now mcdonalds.

he came in and put the food down on the counter. he doesn't ever eat mcdonalds either and we stood there in his pressed shirt and tie and we both giggled like little boys again. there was one giant bag and two giant plastic cups of sugar water infused with gas. we were in america.

we opened the food. i was the hesitant recipient of one big mac and a large fry which was only partially filled. the big mac was the furthest thing from what food really is. i ate the whole big mac, a couple of the fries which were tasteless and only a bit of the sugar water infused with gas. the rest were sent to the landfill gods of new jersey.

we sat downstairs and began to feel the effects of our meal immediately. i started to breath oddly and my brother commented that it felt like his heart was fighting to survive.

i may not eat mcdonalds again for another four years.


my glorious lunch.