notoriouscat

ok, so begins an irrational fear of ronald mcdonald. (mcphobia maybe?) the mcdonald's that has been next to my place of employment since i have worked there (i actually ate breakfast there on the day of my interview six years ago when i got to the interview anally early ) has closed for good. the day they closed they put up a sign that amused me to no end. it said "sorry mcdonald is now close" . now i knew the first time i saw it that they meant that mcdonald's is now closed. but to me it said that mcdonald (as in ronald) was close. (as in waiting around the corner with a big butcher knife or a fry basket or something, waiting to kill us all) we have been joking about it at work all week and today someone wrote on the wipe off board "cat, ronald is coming to get you" i laughed at the time, but now i am home alone and the downstairs apartment is vacant and when i went out in the hallway before, the light that i left on was out. and i know that he is coming for me...and i can't get hamburgular on his cell phone and mayor mccheese won't return my calls...so this is my first and last journal entry...i wonder what my last words should be? "would you like fries with that?"