curbdrop out of grace

white castle fries only come in one size

i'm eating leftover whitecastle right now as i type this. it's 9:09am, saturday morning. this is the breakfast of champions. we got a crave case last nite and brought back to paul's. man, if this crave case were my brief, i'd be more inclined to want to go to work. hold up, there's one more... there it's done. transaction complete, crave case pulverized.

i like girls who don't say "ewwww" when guys mention white castle. i don't like most girls. honestly, if i had to choose between a girl who sucks and a crave case, i would choose the case. the whitecastle burgers would still be with me when i awake the next morning, both on my breath and in the toilet. as for the girl, i'm not as confident she'd still be there, or back.

last nite was nic's birthday celebration. i went out for happy hour with work people and then nic and crew ended up just happening to also pick the same bar. so it was a long ass fucking nite. i hate staying out late when i've already been out to happy hour. just something about being in a bar(s) for litterally 8 consecutive hours is repulsive to me. at least i didn't end up spending ANY money last nite.

i smoked so many cigarettes last nite. like more than a bakers dozen. maybe that'll teach my body to quit? i feel like my lungs have been whitewashed with tar.

i'm going to the piston's playoff homeopener this afternoon with KBB online. we'll be in their suite, sweet. for now i'm going back to dreams.

posted by fillshe @ 8:08 AM