from pita-q bloor/spadina, derno the story behind the paper tho anyway, suicidal sober nite equals EAT THE WORLD and you can tell i am serious about eating because i sat down in sexyland (fil’s table) to 100% focus on this guy.
they must have made some changes cos it was actually delicious, before it was on the dry side and the bread was thicker and dustier like i just went to a bakery and not a shawarma pit-stop.
cid knows something is up.
DUDE!
the trick to raymi’s diet is save the rest for fil.
do you know how hard this is!? i can’t even believe i’m doing it AS I AM DOING IT it was like an out-of-body experience, probably my first one ever.
*sniff* anyway i sat down at my laptop and ten minutes later got up and finished it then i had the eatings guilt. didn’t last long though.
now on to dinner.
good call on the two bowls, sharing is impossible with us.
super sweet grape tomatoes, i hate tomatoes well cherry ones, i managed to eat four of these.
the leftover dressing we sopped up with some baguette so delicious i am in a fight with you guys right now just because.
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notice how nobody makes aids jokes anymore?
it’s like AIDS? sorry 1990! big whup AIDS!
i bet kids don’t even know what aids are anymore. my old roommate lucas, we used to call him lucasaids, cos i bought a bottle of lucozade once and i was smoking tons of pot and was manic and made everyone’s name into a crazier version of itself. we would say lucasaids! then laugh for five minutes, hyper-ventilate can’t breathe tearing up cry howl laughing then whoever caught their breath first would eep out whisper it again lucasaids then die laughing again.
sigh, aids jokes RIP.
oh man AIDS RIP how funny is that?
ok sorry, SOrrEE!
what’s funnier AIDS RIP
or
RIP AIDS?
i think RIP AIDS new blog title!
next topic we will discuss “just saying” – my own mother said it the other day, JUST SAYING is officially over dewds.
