drinking..mcd...micheal jackson

I drove to work this morning hung-over, feeling like death, eating McDonalds while listening to Michael Jackson.

I've gotten really hammered the last two nights. Why? I’m not sure. Clearly, I have to do a full day of work the next day. And I know I have to rely on my brains functionality. Work is not all pleasantries; I actually have to produce something. I guess figuring out why is almost ridiculous. Because ultimately, we all are in search of one thing - a good time! At least make it worthwhile.

A lot of people hate McDonalds. I heart McDonalds. While traveling, I made a habit to search for the nearest golden arches wherever I maybe. Maybe it feels like it’s the closest thing to home. People who run MCD are pretty good catering to different cultures. For example, McDonalds in the Philippines serves chicken and rice or in India where they have curry plate combos. Next time you’re somewhere far, check out what’s on the menu. It could surprise you.

Ah, Michael Jackson. Everyone is a fan. Don’t deny. I’m a huge fan. Who else can top Michael? Probably no one! I never got the opportunity to see the man perform. Before he died, I asked a few people – how much will you pay to see Michael Jackson perform? I would pay around $300 to see him. Now, that’s just not possible. RIP Michael! Rock it with Farah Faucet in heaven.