Apostrophe S

It’s been a couple of days. I’m trying to get better.

Last night I got to drive to Newark, but it wasn’t really to do anything. Roxy needed a ride home from work. It took about an hour, and the Garden State Parkway is fun to drive on in a way. But after the outing to retrieve Roxy (and Brent, who was relying on Roxy for a ride), we decided to watch this film “Spartan” that I’ve been talking up for a while. It’s pretty good. Check it out.

Before I went to Newark, though, I went someplace I haven’t been to since I’ve been out here. That’s right, I went to McDonalds. Afterwards I came to the conclusion that I am finally ready to end my relationship with McDonalds. It’s been a long and sometimes trying relationship. Don’t get me wrong, there have been really great times (late-night cheeseburger runs!), and I know I’ll miss those fries sometimes, but I think in the end we’re just no longer good for one another. The nail in the coffin of our relationship? Disappointment. After a late night at work I was really craving a couple of cheeseburgers and some fries. I went inside, placed my order, and in only a few moments I was handed a nice, colorful paper bag containing the food items I’d grown to love over the years. However, they really let me down. Both burgers were dry and cold. I just couldn’t warm up to them. My fries had definitely been under the hot lights for a little too long. Suddenly, the attraction was gone. I started to ask myself what love really was. Was it the familiar taste? The texture? My friend Jeremy once told me he thought it was the temperature of fast food that keeps us coming back, that the warmth was what we really craved. I suppose that’s true. But all of those things, despite how I’d fallen for them in the past, just didn’t excite me anymore. So McDonald’s, I officially break up with you. I’m sorry, but it’s over.

Besides, there’s this cute Wendy’s down the street I’ve been meaning to get to know…

Also, here’s a great article about how McDonald’s is the devil.

Monday? Well, I didn’t do much on Monday. I’ve got interesting plans for tonight and tomorrow, though, so stay tuned. How’s that for a nice, short update? Took you all of a minute and a half to get up-to-date on Andy’s adventures. Bet you wish I’d keep it like this more often, huh? Well, we’ll see. Some days I have a lot to say, some days I don’t. Some days I like to ramble. You know, just keep on typing despite the fact that everything important I had to say has already been said. I don’t know. It feels weird to stop writing so soon, like I need to hit a word count limit. Speaking of, I checked my profile the other day. It keeps track of a lot of things, including the number of words I’ve written, which was just over 20,000. Twenty-thousand. Wow. That seems like a lot of words. That’s just about equivalent to what, my final thesis paper? Wow. That seems like a lot of writing. Perhaps I could just turn in my blog as my final project. I’d better make sure I include lots of filler words like this. If it’s not long enough, I’ll just mess with the margins and the leading. Don’t forget to use Courier New. It’s possible, with the right kind of skills, to practically double the length (in page numbers only) of any paper that you’ve written. There should be a class on skills such as this. Ah, geeze, I’m rambling again.

Keep it real, take care…