Monday, July 6, 2009
I then went to McDonalds for a latte. (Side note: Europe's McDonalds punches US's McDonalds in the face. There is no competition.) As I sat there I felt as if my emotions were a cup of tea being stirred with lemon and sugar. How can I further explain this...When you're traveling alone small kindnesses are marching bands that root one on, and the hiccups can be compared to annoying flesh wounds but worse. While seated there I felt the emotions, sipped the latte, and wrote about this in my journal. Anger said, "ahh scuse me that douche said you didn't have any strength!" At this I put the journal away and said fuck that shit and went back.