I'm back in the city and really tired, which is making me depressed about everything. SO LET'S POST.
Apparently working hard at stuff is turning me into a very stupid person. That seems unfair.
Tandoori King changed owners or something, because the staff is suddenly different and the food is suddenly different and not different in a good way.
My dog has been farting all night. Her farts smell like KFC chicken. Why god?
Today I accidentally used the word "fucking" in a presentation for kid's fiction. I'm hot-headed like that. I'm a rebel.
I had to pay Library Thing $19 for a lifetime membership. Once I got over 200 books entered they knew they had their claws into me and wouldn't let me enter another ISBN number before I paid up. Extortionists.
Sprite doesn't taste good to me. Neither does 7-Up. They both taste exactly the same. I only like brown pop. What would brown Sprite taste like? Probably gross.
The Magnificent Ambersons is an irritating book about annoying people, and wish I hadn't paid fifty cents for it.
As Toad says in Mario Kart 64, TIME FOR BED. (Or I'M THE BEST, or TIME FOR BREAD, depending on who you ask.) Time for bed.
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I recommend to you the Tandoori Kitchen (right next door, and touting themselves as "Not the Tandoori King" or something like that).
Yeah dude, that TD was WHACK.
Can you please make some really lewd comments in your post, and perhaps some references to male or female (or shemale?) sexual anatomy? So I look normal?
Wait, I mean TK.
Anyway, yeah, we should try that place of Kimi's
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