December 8, 2011

nothin' but a chicken wing

dear that was prolly not my plan diary,

in the old days, i dunno, my friend and i decided at lunch today things were so different. i couldn't imagine starting over again at this day at that age, but then i don't have to. yay. lunch was so fucking good. it was the first time i ever ordered it just the way i wanted it and got it just the way i liked it and it wasn't even an ordeal or anything. i'll be getting that shit again, but and except not tomorrow i wont. hopefully ima be eating chicken wings and tapioca pudding until my heart is content. i fucking love chicken wings and tapioca pudding. i still think that wooden mini blinds would make my bedroom much darker, or at least my half, but fuck are they worth ten times the plastic ones? each? ima get them. because fuck it. what else do i have to get?