Idle thoughts of immortality and grease

A follow-up on my beloved flipflops. Are they not gorgeous? I am particularly affectionate toward the hole in the right heel. They are magic, immortal flipflops. Eventually they will cease to be flipflops and will transfigure into the soles of my feet.

(shuffle the playlist)

I love that I never get tired of eating at McDonald's (helps that I do it so rarely). Growing up, there weren't many to remember; until I reached college, the number totaled less than 10. I distinctly remember the first time. The advertising campaign, Mac Tonight, included a crescent-headed guy on the piano playing a mutilated jingle based off Mac the Knife. The second time was in junior high on a band trip. I recall all this fondly as I eat a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit. Greasy, golden goodness. (great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts). I may not eat large quantities, but few people enjoy those four bites more than I. :)