the end

much as all good things come to an end, so must my month sans maccas.

it's been an incredible ride and i'd like to thank all my devoted followers. after such an overwhelming response to my blog, i think it's only fair that i leave the final decision of my month up to my dedicated readers;

cheeseburger, quarter pounder or chicken nuggets?

long dark night of the soul

i tend to stay up late a whole lot. what of it?

it's one of my few remaining vices in 2011 but it existed in symbiosis with another of my vices:

maccas.

as a mcconnoisseur i was well aware that more and more stores have been graduating to being a '24-hour mcdonald's'. the victoria markets store did it real subtle-like, prahran has been giving a whirl for a while and overall i heartily approved.

a hearty approval

i assume it's all to mimic the success of the collingwood store. i mean, that place is just PACKED on thursday and friday nights. sure, it's all angry lesbians, but can you blame them?

not the lesbians, the store. lesbians eat just as poorly as the rest of us. based on my experience on thursday nights, even worse. regardless, lesbians are business.

where was i? ah yes. mac all night:

dearest followers, am i the only person that has found these ads obnoxious and EVERYWHERE?! and since the start of january... coincidence? i am just trying to not eat maccas in peace on my wildly popular blog and now i'm reminded every time i drive anywhere that for about 8-10 hours of the day, the only hot food i'm likely to find prepared for me anywhere is mcdonald's.

oh wait i just got it. 'mac all night', like kissing.

nah ok those ads are cool.

betrayal

i usually drive to mcdonald's. around about 1am, so usually i drive. oh the dark unforgiving streets of the south-east suburbs.

it's not a big deal. loads of people do. but over the years, my car has come to smell like a cheeseburger.

a big, black, rav4 cheeseburger that betrays me each time i drive it.

i just want to drive somewhere and what do i get? the desire to chow down on a mcdonald's delight.

this is why people name their cars. so that they might rage against the car's eventual betrayal.

may this be a warning to you all. machines have no loyalty, no emotion, no mercy. they will not stop. they will not falter. they will not tire. they will require petroleum, but once they've got that they're good. they will never cease.

the face of the impending apocalypse.

fall from grace

i used to be somebody.

i used to be a contender.

so many dinner box challenges and i won them all. there wasn't a person alive who wasn't afraid for my health.

my trophies filled my room and cholesterol filled my veins.

my trophies

how far i had come, only to fall to nothingness.

nomaccasinjan, what have i become?

dinner with a winner

my little brother can't feed himself. it's a real shame for him, but mostly an annoyance for the rest of the family.

so it got super late and he didn't want pizza. dedicated readers, you know what that means!

i took him to mcdonald's. i stayed 2 metres from the counter at all times, calmly observed the deals regarding mcbites and left, taking him home again.

will power? or... bill power?

my little brother's name is bill.

fuck. i should have said that earlier.

nemesis discovered

every good challenge needs a nemesis and i've found mine. since moving home to the "malvern-east area", i've been in close proximity to the "malvern-east mcdonald's", which did not exist when i last lived here.

it has brought with it the bane of my challenge: mr. pickle.

basically he offers discounts on mcdonald's food. for instance:

There is still plenty of time to come share a $4 2 Cheeseburgers and Medium Fries deal with Mr. Pickle. Codeword: "BEACH SUNSETS".

fucking mr. pickle.

disregard last post, i satisfied my hunger with an apple.

y'all know apples, right?

an apple.