bruised and broken

is it wrong that i want to eat at amigo's again? i think i could eat at that place eight days a week. veggie burgers, enchilladas. mmm. and now that my three week hiatus without tasting anything due to the worst cold in the history of colds is over, i'm craving me some mexican flava flav.

last night was a hilarious return of my social life. i haven't been out and about in a long time, so it was good to be back with friends acting like a mofo. i did yell alot at hockey players, but mostly because of their funny last names. like dickie. that's unfortunate for him. and i yelled alot at the advertisements on the boards of the rink. one said 'tell 'em big kenny sent ya'. tell who? i just don't understand. so, i told most people last night that big kenny sent me...and i didn't get any discounts.

and another thing. the bar actually played good music last night. i love hearing old school missy elliot, notorious b.i.g, and snoop dogg. there is something about that stuff that makes everyone shake their booties.

okay, it's taken me like half an hour to write this. i keep getting distracted by items on my desk. my favourite kiehls moisturizer, my cinnamon bun philosophy samples, and my shiny new ticket to juliette and the licks next week.

i need to get dressed and search and destroy some burritos.