Sitting around with not a lot to do I’m thinking it might be time to try that new Chik-fil-A on State/Lake. Or maybe hunt down some cheese fries.
(And Other Tales of Emotional Eating).
You guys, I just titled my memoirs
morning you spent making yourself a nice lunch, with cookies, fruit snacks and errrrything only to say ‘fuck it’, leave it in the work fridge and head to Curried Away for chicken tikka masala.
Fuck you, it’s Monday.