It's like 5:17 p.m. and I still haven't eaten. If I was religious, I'd pray that Damian wasn't at work and Marcos wasn't at school so that we could take FULL advantage of Wild Wing Tuesdays at BWW. Num Num.
My legs are on fire. Is there an aftershave for women's legs? If there isn't there should be. I stole some of Jordan's this morning but now my legs smell like hardcore man chin and burn like hot fiyah. Speaking of J, I found my spot. No, not that one. The cute one. The one below his collar bone just to the side of his armpit. It's perfectly shaped and squishy for maximum head restage in the morning. I'm pretty sure that's a defining factor in a girl's decision to be serious with a guy. If your head can't find a spot on the guy's chest somewhere, you're doomed.
But I'm saaaaaved. Marcos isn't in class. Santee's down. And Damian... hasn't answered his texts. Biiiiitch :)
BUFFALO WILD WINGS TIME! If you've never been, go to buffalowildwings.com and find one near you or you will never truly be fulfilled. They're all over the place.
And apparently there's a new George A. Romero zombie flick out... "Diary of the Dead"
UPDATE: The movie's siiiiiick. Go watch it.
UPDATE: The movie's siiiiiick. Go watch it.
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