April 27, 2008
This is how last night went for me:
The Man: Do you want to get Madame K's pizza, or maybe make that marinated steak stuff that we like?
Me: No, both are not really the kind of thing I need to be eating these days.
So we go to the store to buy some kind of healthy dinner and this is what we find at the store:
Bigass loaf of French bread with butter and garlic
A WHOLE FUCKING PIE
Ice cream to go with pie
An orange for my Lillet
There you go. Healthy fucking meal.
Presently my urine smells like I live at the Monterey Aquarium, and I feel like the whale that escaped from it.
Might be time to tell Jon, "You know all those other I'm-Gonna-Eat-Better false starts? You gotta help me here, man."
Gratuitous photo of the Patron Saint of Hotness
Posted by Decorno at Sunday, April 27, 2008