Let down
Around hour two of the most incomprehensible meeting on earth, I got the idea in my head that I wanted Indian food.
All afternoon I thought about Indian food.
The entire time I was at the gym I thought about Indian food.
When the idiot in the white Toyota cut me off with no room to spare, I calmed myself with thoughts of Indian food.
When I finally got out of traffic, I pointed myself to the Indian restaurant I had seen across the street.
When I got to the door, it was locked and the place was dark.
This General Tso's chicken is good, but it's just not the same.
posted by jerseyaikidogirl @ 3:59 PM
3 Comments:
There are few things quite so bad as food blue balls.
Says the girl who spent entire lectures in a certain painful college class exponding to me on the virtues of fried chicken and chinese food.
Nah, just doodling in my notes about it.
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