I sit down last night at the best/worst Chinese restaurant in NYC and my eyes and stomach is met with the best and worst of New York's Chinese cuisine.. One dish more flavorful then the next and with each bite my stomach does another round of jumping jacks.. The ulcer growing exponentially in my stomach.
It is now 15 hours later and I am standing on line for the crapper at some shitty deli and the chick who decided to lock herself in the can right in front sounds like she is giving birth in there..
The Prospect Park janitorial crew must be thankful that I'm not running today.
My life is incredibly bad
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