PM: Evan, yes. I wanted you to take a vacation with a friend because you deserve it. Your mother needs you right now and you’ve got a job so it’s not like you can go to her. You’re hardly taking advantage; I’m offering. In fact, I’m insisting. You’re letting me help.

PM: I wasn’t...I wasn’t hinting for this, I promise. And you’re going to let me pay you back. Just, I might need to do it over a couple of months.

PM: I’ll call Heathrow tomorrow morning and book her a flight. Keep the other tickets.

PM: Sebastian, no. That’s so kind and generous, but I won’t take advantage like that.

PM: Where does she live?

PM: Mum still lives in London, and apparently Dad’s moved further north now.

Fair enough. I, meanwhile,appreciate Ronald’s dramatic use of make up. And yeah, but they keep them the whole month of March, in most places.

Is it the mask, or the bad boy thing overall? Dude. Words don’t come close to explaining how good they are.

…Wait, like…You’ve never had /either one/? Holy shit. You’re going to want to marry Ronald McDonald when you try your first Shamrock Shake!

PM: Oh.. damn. I’m sorry. He didn’t like rub it in her face or anything, did he?

PM: She says he did, he says he didn’t. He said he was just following the orders of his new Dominant. I didn’t ask for more details. I told Mum she should fly out here and stay with me for a while, but I don’t know if she’ll actually do it.

I’m pretty much always good for useless trivia like that. And fair enough, they’re good. I can’t wait for Shamrock Shakes. And the McRib. They need to bring that back again.

PM: I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours first.

PM: It’s a combination of things. My Mum called me in tears yesterday, because my Dad’s found someone new. That was about as fun as it sounds.

They can’t come to an agreement on how to define foods as ‘natural’ or 'organic’ because even foods that are barely processed technically aren’t either one.

…You know that the FDA doesn’t really regulate the use of the word ‘organic’, right? Or 'natural’?

PM: It’s a long story. Oh? What’s the matter?

PM: I’m here, if you want to tell that long story. It’s nothing, Sebastian, really.

PM: I’m not having a very good week. How are you? I haven’t heard much from you lately.

PM: Something you want to talk about? I’ve been better, I have to admit. But I’m doing okay.

Just…You know how they say you should never meet your idols? You should also never Google your food.

Good call. Also, McDonald’s milkshakes. Not for the faint of heart.

You can Google that on your own, I refuse to relieve the moment my soul died.

@professorevan