alex on March 14 2013
Got on the train today and sat down next to a pretty cute chick carrying her bag of Whole Foods groceries. Moments later I smell an aroma which could only be fast food. I look over to said cute chick and she's housing a Wendy's chili fries - I mean she's eating this thing like she's been stuck in Buffalo Bill's basement eating only lotion for the past 2 weeks. At this point I'm torn... part of me is all "Well that's disgusting." and another part of me is all "is this my fucking dream girl???" So she finishes her first meal in weeks in about 2 minutes and neatly puts her trash in her Whole Foods bag. She withdraws her hand from the bag with a McDonald's chicken sandwich (yes. that's right. she went to Wendy's then McDonald's) all wrapped up ready to be ravaged by this hungry beast of a 110 lb girl. One would think this would totally clench victory for the side of me who considers her supremely disgusting.
Even at 30 you still find things out about yourself.. apparently my dream girl is someone who houses multiple types of fast food whilst disguising it as Whole Foods products on public transportation.
alex on March 06 2013
We'll file this in the hot beats drawer AKA that drawer where you put awesome shit in high school -- other items which exist in this drawer are one of Grandpa's war medals, a hustler magazine from 1994, a single fire cracker, and a mostly smoked J which you may or may not ever finish.