goals: lose jiggle, chill, don't spend $$$
To catch up on my life, I saw the Nutcracker ballet, made French Toast from Challah bread, and the toilet paper roll in my first floor bathroom is low. Here are some fun photos.
Godiva's Chocolixirs are the best, as demonstrated by Eric slurping excitedly at the chocolatey goodness. I've had it in Washington D.C.; I've had it in Boston; I've had it in New York. Oh Chocolixir, I don't know how to quit you.
When Au Bon Pain is not a corporate cafeteria, it is where the Famewhores get their New England Clam Chowder, and fiddy-percent-off muffins/chocochips between 4-6pm.
Eric's cat is taking a massive dump. We named it Valhöll, which is Nordic for Valhalla, the Kingdom of Gods. Bitch don't smirk, it's infinitely less stupid than aznswtangel69, k.
After the orgies with the prepubescent boys in the hotel, we ventured outside and to point and gawk at the nowhere we were in. We've considered jaywalking highways to stave off the creeping boredom that comes with being in rural Pennsylvania. But But But! Pennsylvania does have a redeeming quality. Barclay Prime, a restaurant in Philadelphia, supposedly has a $100 Kobe cheesesteak, that contains shaved Kobe beef, butter poached lobster, triple cream tallegio and carmelized shallots.
To all superficial appearances, Lisa is emo-ly gazing out the windows of Cafe Habana, but in fact, she is leering at the indie boys tripping pass in skinny jeans; parading their asslessness.
Au contraire to the bitch face, I love this corn.
Godiva's Chocolixirs are the best, as demonstrated by Eric slurping excitedly at the chocolatey goodness. I've had it in Washington D.C.; I've had it in Boston; I've had it in New York. Oh Chocolixir, I don't know how to quit you.
When Au Bon Pain is not a corporate cafeteria, it is where the Famewhores get their New England Clam Chowder, and fiddy-percent-off muffins/chocochips between 4-6pm.
Eric's cat is taking a massive dump. We named it Valhöll, which is Nordic for Valhalla, the Kingdom of Gods. Bitch don't smirk, it's infinitely less stupid than aznswtangel69, k.
After the orgies with the prepubescent boys in the hotel, we ventured outside and to point and gawk at the nowhere we were in. We've considered jaywalking highways to stave off the creeping boredom that comes with being in rural Pennsylvania. But But But! Pennsylvania does have a redeeming quality. Barclay Prime, a restaurant in Philadelphia, supposedly has a $100 Kobe cheesesteak, that contains shaved Kobe beef, butter poached lobster, triple cream tallegio and carmelized shallots.
To all superficial appearances, Lisa is emo-ly gazing out the windows of Cafe Habana, but in fact, she is leering at the indie boys tripping pass in skinny jeans; parading their asslessness.
Au contraire to the bitch face, I love this corn.