I tried one of those wedge sneakers the other day and my legs and feet were killing me. I think I forgot how to walk because one foot hurt more than the other. Really? How many flaws in this body need correcting?
I took a break in a McDonalds. I didn't know the Megamall branch had a McCafe. I didn't actually want to eat but I needed a reason to sit there. I got the Nutty Brazo de Mercedes and medium latte combo. There's cream and chocolate chips in the middle instead of the typical yolk custard things so it was lighter than a typical Brazo. When I got home my sister asked me how it was. Well, the coffee tasted like coffee, how else should it taste like? I just don't like how much ice it had, and I typically love a lot of ice, but it looked like they were trying to make the cream float with that bed of ice. It was like a Coke Float, which I hate by the way, because a third of the cup is just ice so you end up feeling unsatisfied with the topping and the drink itself.
When my feet stopped twitching, I resumed window shopping. It didn't take long before my legs started to cry for help. So I found some benches in the mall but they were mostly occupied with cuddling lovebirds and grumpy looking folks. Then I found an empty rocking chair and collapsed right into it. I was there for ten minutes before I saw the sign.
All four rocking chairs were now occupied by relatively young people. Then an older lady started hovering in front of us. I felt guilty. But I feel so old! My legs are falling apart! I'm kinda warranted sitting here! And I was thinking, 'Just force me out. I can't leave on my own so if you tell me to go I will.' But she just left, and I continued welding myself to the chair.
I took a break in a McDonalds. I didn't know the Megamall branch had a McCafe. I didn't actually want to eat but I needed a reason to sit there. I got the Nutty Brazo de Mercedes and medium latte combo. There's cream and chocolate chips in the middle instead of the typical yolk custard things so it was lighter than a typical Brazo. When I got home my sister asked me how it was. Well, the coffee tasted like coffee, how else should it taste like? I just don't like how much ice it had, and I typically love a lot of ice, but it looked like they were trying to make the cream float with that bed of ice. It was like a Coke Float, which I hate by the way, because a third of the cup is just ice so you end up feeling unsatisfied with the topping and the drink itself.
When my feet stopped twitching, I resumed window shopping. It didn't take long before my legs started to cry for help. So I found some benches in the mall but they were mostly occupied with cuddling lovebirds and grumpy looking folks. Then I found an empty rocking chair and collapsed right into it. I was there for ten minutes before I saw the sign.
All four rocking chairs were now occupied by relatively young people. Then an older lady started hovering in front of us. I felt guilty. But I feel so old! My legs are falling apart! I'm kinda warranted sitting here! And I was thinking, 'Just force me out. I can't leave on my own so if you tell me to go I will.' But she just left, and I continued welding myself to the chair.
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