do you follow me on twitter?
if not, you should.
and if you do, you know a dirty little secret of mine.
i broke my Make It Work weekly goal of not eating out!
yep, it took me all of one day. i didn't even think about it.
my roommates' response:
"you asked your readers "are you with me"... well, are you with you?"
"you asked your readers "are you with me"... well, are you with you?"
touche.
i'm an imperfect person, sorry to disappoint you.
if you follow my twitter you would also know that it was not an enjoyable experience.
it was good seeing my best friend,
but not good hearing two men sit in a restaurant and chew tobacco.
i mean, they were straight up hacking it up.
and in between coughing up each individual lung, these gems were bragging about who has the better arrest story.
one of them was handcuffed, searched, and when nothing was found the police officer took off the cuffs and apologized.
but, the guy thought it was so funny because he actually had heroin on him the cop didn't find.
ain't he cute?
it was horrible.
everyone could hear them and the waitress didn't even bother saying anything.
like "hey, do you mind not vomiting into that cup every thirty seconds?"
i'm disappointed with you perkins.





































