Nothing much today. I went over to Lally house and cooked dinner for Jimmy, Matt, and I. I made coconut shrimp with spiced rice. It was really yummy, especially considering I didn't have a recipe on hand, didn't have the spices I needed, and didn't have a measuring cup. Everyone was like "mmm, this is good!" But maybe that is only because they are a bunch of single men who live together and only eat junk. They probably all forgot what a real meal tasted like.
I'm out of cigarettes. I'm going to die. I left my last (full, mind you) pack at my mom's house on Sunday, so I KNOW that they're gone. With all the fiendy little kids (and adults) that run around there, nothing nicotine-flavored can last.
I'm out of cigarettes. I'm going to die. I left my last (full, mind you) pack at my mom's house on Sunday, so I KNOW that they're gone. With all the fiendy little kids (and adults) that run around there, nothing nicotine-flavored can last.
I'm out of cigarettes. I'm going to die.
There is so much irony in that sentence its great!