countarugula

Tonight, on a whim, I tried to locate a girl whose been on my mind. Didn't happen. No biggie, just the mild frustration of my precious, transient gumption being stymied. So without hesitation, or a hint of irony, I proceed past my house to Kroger for 1.75 quarts of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. The comedy of this didn't hit me for twenty minutes until I was venting on the phone with my best female friend.