this is a shitty salad

would you pay $15 for this piece of shit? shoeless joes i have a reckoning with you.

goat cheese sirloin actually the menu proclaims it as this: Top sirloin on mixed greens, onions, tomatoes, carrots, roasted peppers and garlic croutons with balsamic vinaigrette dressing.

iceberg lettuce does not classify as “mixed greens” unless you meant mixed greens a fucking big mac wouldn’t want anything to do with. we were so angry we ate barely a tenth of it. the huge useless ox of a manager only came over once the waitress saw me taking pictures. the waitress was like is there something wrong with it? um no not really, other than a standard thing. no we don’t want anything else thanks. then the red satin (is not your friend honey) manager comes over excuse me is there anything else you want? no nothing we’re fine thanks (feel like spewing actually) then she inquires what’s wrong? oh ok let me tell you. this is a shitty salad. moreover, this is a shitty fifteen dollar salad. and iceberg lettuce? come on. outrageous.

so they took it off the bill. i wasn’t rude other than being diplomatic. the scene aside from the typical chain resto fare was a huge buzzkill, everything else was just icing on the shit pile and seeing the lazy (reeking of self-entitlement) manager stand around gabbin’ away to other lazy employees while we sat with our huge bowl of garbage (that for less than 15 dollars i could whip up a salad ten times better than) was like that’s it! enough! tired of sub-par standards i don’t care if i’m in the ghetto, get it together.

we were going to let it slide but were both super angry under the surface and then when dave goes i’m going to mcdonald’s after this the pissed off boiled over. that’s another push-pin in raymi’s eating tour map of burlington.

ps. every waitress here and i don’t care if this can (will) be classified as a generalization or not but virtually every single female server we have ever come into contact with plys on the flirty big time. so ostentatious. and i never use that word. then i show up and they’re all deflated. oh. paha.

yesterday was such a clumsy day. cut myself TWICE in practically the same spot while cutting calabrese sausage. see: bandaid.

then when trying on this sweater at mark’s work warehouse walking from the mirror, catwalking rather, back to my jacket, a piece of wool thread snagged looped onto a store rack which comically strangled my entire body lurching me like a motherfucker.

amish thermal pants. i felt like i was wearing pantaloons last nite. i said as much. the small is bulky on me by the way my hips are not shaped like a pumpkin.

keepin’ it burbin’.

“do not use as sunglasses”

THIS FRIDAY JUST GOT CRAY-ZAY!

oh yeah and the bed broke too so um, yeah. needs replacin’ goin’ to ikeeuh for this sucker.

cousin gave me these. three of them. from soho. they can be hung.

i’ll procure a better flower today.

hate to say it brah, needs to be sweeter.