I ate a large pizza as part of a bet. Got 15 dollars. Feeling very lazy now. It's a very pedestrian bet, but hey, free money.
And a free dinner. Eww, though. I had a sandwich from the deli by the train, if we're doing dinners. I want to go to Amsterdam, to ride a bicycle, visit museums, see Rembrandt print plates, and try untainted ecstasy.
Very pedestrian. Not that I make a habit of this, you understand, but I've eaten large pizzas a number of times.
it's 07:10. i spent an hour yesterday lamenting my inability to watch the following movies on DVD... Iron Man GI Joe: Rise of Cobra Transformers 2 Wolverine am i sad because I wanna watch movies not yet released?
ICE CREAM! What the hell? Ice cream. I think, perhaps, some explanation is necessary... I've been a bit depressed lately; work doesn't start for a couple of weeks, Aunt Flo's making her monthly visit, etc. I rarely even turn on the tv, but last night, out of depression induced insomnia and boredom, I watched a glittery sort of pseudo-documentary on ice cream. Now, I like a scoop of ice cream on occasion, but it's not a major craving for me, and I can truthfully say that before last night I've not had ice cream in at least 4 months. But that show, that show did something to me; after watching it I had to have ice cream. I walked to the deli and bought a pint of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough. And it is a good thing I'd eaten only a salad all day, because I ate the whole pint! With that I got my semiannual ice cream craving out of my system. Or so I thought. Tonight, I'm lounging about, watching PBS -- Antiques Roadshow is one of the best shows on television, in my opinion -- when what comes up next? A motherfucking PBS documentary on ice cream. And I don't have any. Because I ate it all. Last night.
Seriously? Wow, that really takes me by surprise. Thinking about it, I suppose I don't swear much around here. But in real life I've a mouth like a sailor -- when I want to, at least. And, like I said earlier, I did spend most of my day chilling with a big group of Harlem hip-hop musicians.
i love girls who do that. they look like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths and then they turn around and have a potty mouth. so much the better if it is revealed in the sack, mid-coitus...
But you're supposed to be all sweet and cute and innocent! Now who am I supposed to corrupt and turn to evil ?
The internet sure does foster misconceptions! I'll be as innocent as you like, and you can corrupt me all you want, so long as you bring a pint of cookies and cream and some chocolate syrup.
Yeah, well I hope they both like fat girls, because I'd be out there getting another pint if it weren't for the gale and downpour rattling my windows!