packing farting laundry banking eating tanning nervous breakdown
new orleans-bound tomorrow kids.
crystal rolls lunch special.
if offered jasmine tea, say no, it’s not free, or even very good.
209 CAD for 200 USD.
birthday spoilings.
i’ll blow this guy when i get back.
lunch special includes soup, salad, spring roll and rice (no rice if your dish consists of noodles and what-not) this is a pumpkin soup with a huge hint of coconut, v. good.
some mango slivers in there, quite interesting and light, i’d like to parody something like it one day for snacks.
the never-ending cardigan wearing cardigan.
luckily they totally ignore you at crystal rolls, or pretend to, when you’re taking oliver twist eating gruel imitation shots of yourself in the empty restaurant. the lunch special is served ’til 4.30pm
treated myself to some carbs i figure i’m pre-menses and need the boost and i’m about to embark on an eating tour of the french quarter so may as well bone up the palette some.
barely ate half, got the rest to go including spring roll for fil.
it’s time for a stand-up tan!
feelin’ a bit barfy, i really have to stop dining on asian cuisine and tanning less than 3 minutes afterward, i really thought i would spew or crap the booth.
it’s the super stand-up, i do 8 minutes, which equals roughly 14 minutes regular bed.
sir mix a lot was on the radio during my go at’er then some cheesy r’n b garbage.
what? sure! where!?
next felt dude is sure gonna be flamboyant.
matchingish hippie’d out bracelets for monstergirl and i, she gets to decide which one is less gay for her.
haha look at cid the acorn on steroids.
rilah‘s gift.
o’kai laundry goes in the dryer now bye!
oh kirsty‘s present came!
