i had fun i guess. details will incriminate me and her for various international laws . i want to avoid deportation and exile. but spatulas, speed, jim bean, and pain was involved, i'll leave it at that .
everyone around me wants to go out to eat all the time! i have to keep up by riding or else it turns to flab. its that damned tex-mex food. its the devil i tell you.
i must maintain my petite figure so i may jazzercise oh so perkily. i'll ride my bike, run, and hike pouring out sweat to exhaustion,
i will turn down your tex-mex combo plate with glistening enchiladas, and juicy fuckin fajitas and flour tortillas to which the likes of God has ever seen. i turn away from your luscious almost-sexual chimichangas filled with heavenly sour cream and WACKAmole,bitch. oh yes, even the wicked yummy tamale i turn away with uncaring eyes. Fuckin A im hungry!! ...why do i always write about food on this thing !?
i think im high. im pretty sure. i just ate an entire god damn pineapple for lunch. im also lookin at box of fruit loops with my name on it. i don't have milk and im not fit to drive.