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11:52 p.m. - Saturday, May. 24, 2003 so on my way home i really wanted some mozerrella cheese sticks... i was on the high way and i saw the golden arches, i have never wanted to see mcadees so bad in my life, i got off on the next exit after i saw them and used my excellent sense of direction to get there. i passed this gorgeous fountain and a stadium where there was a baseball game going on, and the road that i first turned on was the same one i was on with tim and charlie. i still don't know portland at all. but! i know how to find a mcdonalds anywhere. so i payed my dollar o'seven for my cheese sticks and was one my merry way... and then they were gone... so i watched for another set of golden arches, my next opportunity came in freeport and i took the exit, took a left and drove about... .7 miles and there is was... however this mcdonalds was lame because they didn't have a drivethrough. honestly, what kind of mcadees doesn't have a drive through?! what the hell is the world coming too? so i put up my hood and buttoned up my jean jacket and mossied on in and the guy behind the counter tried to flirt with me... fucker. i'm waiting for my cheese sticks and he's like "so where are you from" "nebraska" "what are you doing in maine" "visiting my sister" (i don't have a sister) "that's nice how long are you staying?" "two weeks" "oh really? where about" "rangely." "ooh thats too bad." "is it?" (SHOUlDN'T I HAVE MY FAST FOOD BY NOW?!) and then luckily for him they came and i left. so i ate those cheesesticks and went home.. here i am, yay for me.
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