perhapsevil

Last Night, Santa Monica Promenade:

The search for something spicy lead us to English cuisine.
Waitresses had English accents.
I had a lamb pie.
Yummy.
Not ruined by Tiberius baaaaing.
He had Bangers and Mash.
Sounds cooler than mine.
I think its funny that he sticks his food in my face then asks me if I want a bite.
Had an interesting dinner conversation.
Figured out what a rhubarb is.
Learned that if given a choice between eating wet dog or cat food, to go for the cat food.
Revealed why Im claustrophobic.
Sibling brutality.
Got harassed by a scary homeless guy.
Ill show you big I really am!
Oh dear.
Havent heard Frente in years.
I make him talk to my mom when she calls.
Porky Pig is tainted now.
Attempted to watch The Feebles
My fingernails glow.
Im not Delilah.
Showers in the dark.
Cursed mornings.
Overalls still loom in my near future.
I love Otis Redding.
This feels nice.