Alex: Look! British schoolboys!
Me: Hehehehehehe.
Alex: I knew you'd like it.

Like Clockwork

I go into McDo, Xtina's "Ain't No Other Man" comes on the radio.

Nicolas Sarkozy looks like Kevin McDonald, n'est-ce pas?

In related news, one of my profs looks like Ed Begley Jr.

"Oh, Kerry. You're the only person in the world who'd rather be in Urbana than Paris."

It's true.

Somewhere in the past 22 years, eating became a social activity for me, and only a social activity. If I don't have an set date to eat with someone, I forget to eat. This is problematic when I am in a new place and don't know very many people. If I am by myself and I remember to eat, then I feel guilty for wasting both money and calories on something that I don't necessarily have to do.

My nightly ritual has become listening to Xtina's "Ain't No Other Man" in a McDonald's in Paris. It is so, so right.