Thread: Junk thread

Cheetos, I had pasta salad for lunch today lol

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Oh, yum! Man, I am a jealous girl! I had a green apple. Wanna trade next time?

i also had a cup of mandarin oranges with the potato salad. But we'll see about trading. I'm not a big fan of Apples.

I looked at all the pasta salad options at the grocery store, and I chose one... and then as I was walking away I saw another one and I was pretty upset that I didn't see it earlier. Kinda bummed me out for like 10 minutes, but then I ate my selection and was satisfied. Day was saved. Plus the mandarin oranges hit the spot.[/b]

I'm not talkin just an apple here, Tommy. This is a freakin green apple. The perfect blend of sweet and sour. Crisp and juicy all at the same time. The GREEN APPLE. It is wonderful. Well worth the trade, I would say.

I understand the difficulty of choosing between pasta salads. I chose one once because it looked good, not because I read what was actually in it or bothered to ask. Turned out there were little pieces of crab meat. I do not like crab meat. It was such a letdown. I'm not sure I've fully gotten over it yet.

Ya know, pasta salad selection could become a metaphor of life. Hmmm.

BLOG TIME!!!
11/30/07

okokok, ya gotta love drunk James...(even though he made me spend $90 on a friggin shirt and $150 on slacks - SON OF A). I swear though, he always surprises me.

ok, so I'm sittin at the bar, watchin the game, mindin my own business, just doin what I do...then I ask the bartender for a strong foo-foo drink. She whips up some unnamed concoction...which we agree that I can name if I like it....I pretend to hate it but then tell her it's good and throw it back.....enter drunk James.


So I come to and I'm sitting on a velvety couch....the front room is smaller than mine. There's a guitar that looks like mine...I strum it but it's out of tune. I put it down and explore. The place is nice...nice fancy rug, nice marbel floor...but I have no fuckin clue where in the hell I am.

I go to a door which is a bedroom and above a mass of covers I see long brown hair....then it starts coming back...sittin at the bar and telling the bartender the drink is called "Big Mellon Tittie Drank," walking out and catching this girl when she almost fell down the stairs...asking which train she's taking and her sayin it's the same as mine....sittin and talkin and deciding we should go to the wine bar before we call it a night. Having a couple of glasses of wine and her laughing cause for the life of me, I couldn't pronounce it no matter how hard I tried. She asked my name..."I think I'll go by Jessie today." I don't know why. "ok, a fake name...I'm Allie." We agree Jessie and Allie sounds cute together.

I ask about her and she tells me...she's adopted and doesn't know her original parents, has a boyfriend that is gettin her a huge engagement ring next week cause he has a great job, has a sister that's also adopted, her favorite movie being somethin Natalie Portman was in....she asks about me but I avoid it cause it bores me.

I can't remember how I got to her place...I look at the clock next to her bed and it's almost seven. She mumbles somethin I couldn't make out...I ask, "Hey, is it fine that I stayed here?"...."Yeah, it's fine," she mumbles. I think fuck it...why not..."Hey, I got a little while until I gotta go...is it cool if I lay down for a minute?"..."It's fine...go ahead." I lay down and its the most comfortable bed EVER! So I tell her, "This is the most comfortable bed EVER!" She agreed.

ok, before anyone starts thinking this is a "Dear Penthouse" letter...no...I didn't get any. Tragic, right?

She said her back was sore and I did the best I could to massage it...she said her lower back hurt and I thought, "AWESOME!" I'm rubbing her back and we're talking then...BAAA BAAA BAAA! The alarm clock goes off...I look and it's 7:30....Holy hell! I haven't even gone home yet and I got to leave for work in ten minutes. She says I can stay longer and she'll drive me to work. For just waking up, she still looked great. Way outta my league. It sucks that I gotta go to work. I ask if I can use her shower...and she says it's fine.

I'm walkin back to the bedroom and I see a pair of shoes...too big for her...men's shoes...I remember about her being engaged. Crap! Ah well. Not that I was plannin on marryin the chick but I've been done with weekend women once I got divorced.

I'm puttin on my shoes and she says, "Jessie, you can stay for awhile and I'll give you a ride." Hearing the fake name kinda felt ironic or somethin. "Nah, it's o.k. I gotta get goin." So off I went to Brooks Brothers before work so I wouldn't be spotted wearing the same clothes as yesterday.


Moral of the story? Big Mellon Tittie Dranks are friggin AWESOME!
- lots of Maliboo
- lots of Mellon Liquor
- Vanilla Stoli
- Rasberry Mix
- Seven up
- Sour mix

She asked you for a massage...but you didn't mess around with her?