well, it starts out lovely...

the good:
rumour has it that mcdonald's is going to start serving breakfast all day long. FINALLY!! i can't even count the number of times that loveandcyanide has woken up at 11:01am on a weekend morning, hungover as all hell, wanting, craving, needing for survival, some mickey d's breakfast, knowing that we were a bit too late. 11 was entirely too early to end breakfast - for the elderly its not, but c'mon, mcgriddles weren't made with your grandma in mind. i'm glad the hamburgler and crew are coming to their senses.

the bad:
i've decided that i'm no longer going to be friendly towards the surly cashiers at our local c-town. i always go out of my way to say "thanks! have a good night" when handed my receipt, and it never fails that the sullen teen cashier just stares me down as though i insulted her diamond nameplate.

the ugly:
we suddenly realized this evening that we don't know what guys wear when they go tanning** (a scene from MTV's "Made" prompted this, but we're from staten island, so a conversation like this is to be expected) - completely clueless, never even pondered it before. so we took an impromptu poll of a few males we know, and learned that they either go naked, or with a sock covering their important bits. a sock in the tanning bed. does that thin layer of cotton really offer much protection? can a penis really get tanned anyways? what about tan lines? my mind is reeling. and i don't know what baffles me more - this whole sock factor, or that we were able to take such a poll in less than 4 minutes.

**note: only 1/2 of loveandcyanide condones fake tanning by males. it's not me.**