well, tonight was a personal mind fuck.
i went to see my friends do a show called recipe. there were...
The best prospect would be a circle of friend-followers who entertain my web pursuits. I might get a few likes, and maybe a reblog. An...”
Her: You can’t handle me.
Me: Solid argument.
Her: Just sayin, I’m crazy.
Me: I’m a medic with access to restraints.
Watching Insidious 2 like I’m an adult who has never walked into a dark room and suddenly remembered every scary thing that’s ever happened.
My brain is consumed with a movie called “Steaks on a Train,” so either I’ve invented a food porn parody or I shouldn’t have skipped brunch.
Her: I didn’t see you get here.
Me: I’m a ninja.
Her: Ha, I’m a Polish ninja.
Me: You enter a room and announce your presence?
Dude: You kinda look like a thug.
Me: But I’ve got glasses and nice teeth. You can’t be a thug with astigmatism and orthodontia.
If I could go back in time, I’d go before I wanted Allegra with decongestant and told the CVS pharmacist, “No, I’m only interested in the D.”