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What’s up, boo? My nose is running from the Thai food I just ate. I’ve been OD-ing on Panang curry, a spicy dish made with coconut milk (not to be confused with coconut water), and it seems that it’s not as delicious to me as it once was. The same thing happened with Lil’ Debbie Cake Donuts last winter. I once ate eight of them before bed (for all of you calorie-counting-anorexic-wannabes, they contain over 500 calories each!). Now, I barely ever want to finish one. Unfortunately, at about ten bucks a pop, my Panang curry addiction wreaks more havoc on my pocketbook than on my figure.
I can’t believe it’s only 12:30! It feels like 5 AM. I’m so tired. This heat sucks all the life out of me. As does hanging out at three different boring Chelsea bars. I’m so over Chelsea. I swear, I’m just ready to sit at home with boo, watch DVD’s, and get up early to take cute beach vacations.
David tried to drag me to a fourth bar, XL (which I sometimes call X-hell), but I had to put my foot down. He almost had me going with him, but I remained strong in my decision to get home. Isn’t it obnoxious when someone tries to get you to do something you don’t want to do, especially after you’ve told them many times. Why would you even want to do something or go anywhere with someone who is in such vehement opposition? I finally convinced his drunk ass to just go alone and hang out with my two friends there.
I ended up, totally by chance, at the same bar as W tonight. I was happy to meet his friends again so I could really learn their names. One of them is Juan Lopez, and he likes to be called J-Lo. I don’t know if that works as the J in Juan is silent. Maybe it should be <pause>-Lo.
So, it seems the the drop box at the library is closed on Fridays. Instead, you have to wait in line to return your books. It’s like fucking communist Russia! The lady was taking her sweet-ass time, too! Didn’t she know that I was on the clock? I almost expected some bread after I gave the bitch my books.
I just saw a Levi’s commercial with a girl who looked like Mischa Barton (aka Man-Voice). I can never be sure about people on my TV, though, since I don’t have cable. Oh yay! Now it’s the commercial for Totino’s Pizza Rolls featuring the kid who looks exactly like 10-year-old Charlie! Damn, I want some Pizza now!
