When you finally come down from your 48 hour pot smoking binge/acid drop then you'll realize that your sumptuous chicken dinner was actually a half eaten 3 day old foot-long Subway sandwich you had in the fridge. Can't imagine what those 'cookies' actually were.
After work, I went to the gym: ran a 5k on the treadmill; another 40 or so minutes on the exercise machines; then 'bicycled' for another 25 minutes (5.5 miles).
This indecision is moot as you'll likely be duped by some really seedy scofflaw selling Epple iPhunes from a cardboard box placed on a $10 card table in a back alley behind a strip club.
I might be going to a special screening of a movie at the Lincoln Center, Margaret (2011), this Saturday where the director will be present for a Q and A after the movie.
Nice compliment, but in your dreams, you name-dropping, fantasizing, homeless loser If I wanted to pick at a dumpster on a date, I could go out with Ticomaya.
I'm sure rusty at this crocheting - my square looks more like a triangle - lol
Your cooking is so bad, your local gastrointestinal physician should put you on the payroll for sending him so many patients with stomach pains and diarrhea.
If I wanted to pick at a dumpster on a date, I could go out with Ticomaya.