#6

I had this dream last night. More of a memory concealed within my sleeping thoughts, really. I saw myself as a little girl, eating McNuggets. And I was eating them in this particular way: I would nibble a bit of the breading off, and then dip the naked chicken in the barbeque sauce. A few nibbles and a few bited per nugget.
I went to McDonalds today. I ordered McNuggets. And I ate them in my old way, and let me tell you, it was utterly satisfying. My McDonalds tendencies are rare, I go once in a while, when I need food on the run, but it's always been a mechanical thing, no joy really, not like as a kid. McDonalds was always a special treat when I was groing up, and I think the rarity of it, combined with my odd McNugget habits made it a great, wonderful thing for me.


(Ugh, fucking McDonalds.)