zabu of nΩd
Free Insultation
- Feb 9, 2007
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Sitting at home, numb, brain eroded from a week of bullshit work. Feeling a vague urge to destroy something. Thinking back to a fight I saw on the metro yesterday morning. Freaked me out at the time, but man it must've felt good for at least one of those guys.
I thought the whole point of going to a restaurant was to become a fat slob. If I want to diet, I'm not gonna spend $30+/meal to do it.Tbh I can’t be bothered to go to Italian restaurants myself. Everything is really heavy and sloppy with enough cheese and carbs to kill you on the spot and they try to feed you alcohol on top of it. You leave there feeling like the rest of the huge fat slobs in the restaurant.