| Fucking Salad |
 Fucking Salad
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Apr. 19th, 2005 @ 01:11 pm 
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Sitting at my desk here at work (a relatively rare occurance these days), having my lunch at my desk... wearing my new Emporio Armani cotton shirt... feeling cute and good... happy... nibbling my salad... cucumber falls off of my fork and SPLAT! Balsamic vinegar all over my brand new shirt.
Fucking salads aren't supposed to fight back when you eat them. Dammit. Current Mood:  grrrr... |
I have some sort of hypnotic suggestion (or whatever) working in my brain, that says whenever I'm wearing cute/new/expensive *anything*, I have to be hungry for chinese food. You'd think after the 3rd or 4th time, I'd remember, but no. Pot Sticker + Soy + Chopsticks + New Puma Track Jacket + splash = AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH GODDAMNIT Good luck with the shirt! club soda! but yeah... FUCK! |
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