dear blogger,
this is a formal letter of complaint from the OWFLers about your inability to perform as of late. i mean seriously WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? we post, and your site is unavailable. we comment, and you randomly erase what we've spent a long time formulating and typing. how are we able to talk about lunch when you act so erratically? honestly, do you need to do a system "master cleanse"? how about viagra? i mean, you used to be so good to us.
therefore, i hereby announce that we OWFLers will be divorcing your ass as soon as possible. irreconcilable differences? that's just the tip of the iceburg, buddy!
so, please allow us to talk about lunch today without more problems. and if we cannot, i will understand that it is not a result of our lack of OWFL dedication as it is your stupid inability to satisfy even our most basic desires.
blogger, you are about as limp as my boyfriend after a few drinks. (that is, if i HAD boyfriend...)
ok, WFL?
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yeah, fucking blogger. lunch today = hummus, babaganoush & more lentil salad. I'll probably finish that lentil salad today. it's goooooooood.
I had a pleasant evening of drinks and apps at Panache with some co-workers and then with some of the GLOOWFL.
After some later drinks at the fake BB with Mrs and Mr. Uni I went to a bar with HT in NE DC that I had never been to before.
Kind of a divey joint with a good jukebox and and it wasn't crowded so it was perfect. HT chatted with a very talkative bar patron who apparently produces musical theater and I spent a good half hour trying to figure out where I had seen the bartender before.
Finally after a bunch of detective work we realized that she used to work at Potbelly.
Perfect.
HT gave her the blog address we hope she is reading today.
Not sure about lunch yet.
I wish I could go home cause I need a long nap.
Blogger, I just feel as though you don't prioritize me. There's always something else that comes up, even on date night. I'm not the fool I once was; I know I deserve better.
I've gotten to the point in my life when I finally know who I am and know what I want. It's not you.
I guess I've known it for a while now. I think we both have, and, if you honestly haven't, then I guess my impression that you don't pay enough attention to me - to US - is dead-on.
I know it's going to take a while for us to sort out the logistics. (It's probably easiest if I just keep all the CDs. Only about 5% of them are yours, and you never listen to them anyway because you're always out hanging with your other blogs. Yeah, yeah, I know you're just friends.) I just didn't want to pretend that there was no elephant in the room. We're done, Blogger. Now, it's just a matter of making the change.
Don't touch me.
I'm going to eat lunch now. Without you. I don't know what I'm having yet.
shorty I would love to join you, but I think the mere taste of alcohol, or even the smell, might force me to vomit up my liver...
Give me a few hours...
Awww...shorty!! Remember the offer is still there if you want company tonight! The OWFL team is always there to comfort and support..and celebrate birthdays!
blogger, i always knew you were a whore. but cheating on EQ? that's just low.
shorty, we love you. let us know if there's anything we can do for you and e-que.
i think i'm going to buy some white rice across the street. that's right, plain. white. rice.
poverty is so pathetic.
Yeah, no kidding, Blogger, master of the Obvious. You made that abundantly clear in your "fantasy football league."
Thank you for proving my point.
I'm in for a late lunch today. I think I might hit the deli across the street for a fatty sandwich. Corned beef? Potato salad? It'll be good.
oh and for lunch i went to this pizza place down the street and had the oiliest (read best) piece of pepperoni pizza and a piece of buffalo chicken pizza and a tropicana lemonade for lunch... short diatrab on buffalo chicken pizza (bcp):
World: STOP MAKING BCP WITH MARINARA SAUCE! the sauce base should be buffalo sauce... there is a reason we dont have oregano and basil on hot wings. please don't let this happen again or i will be forced to shotput the next piece of bcp with marinara at your face...
IN THE FACE!
dear blogger...
so... what do you think? one more roll in the hay for olde times?
seems to be the concensus.
--m
Hi Jerry!
I have finally gotten enough courage to eat. I'm gonna get a reuben.
Wound up at the dumpy cafe in the building. I hate that place, but once every four months is fine.
I had the steak and cheese with a side of wasabi peas (!) and a Nantucket Nectars Pomegranate and Pear.
Mmm...wasabi. (Even if it's fake.)
The fake wasabi is cutting through the beer film left in my mouth from last night's impaired judgement decisions at Black Cat and Ventnor.
And, B, there isn't enough pennicilin in the world to convince me to submit to that.
Schedule is posted for October!
Are there any street vendors in DC that serve med-rare T-bone steaks?
Hm, has anyone had any poison blackberries in honor of poison blackberry day?
Here blogger, I made you a pie. What's in it you say? Uh, blackberries. Plain old blackberries.
I got a side of bean soup.
On a whim.
And it's suprisingly good.
I'd forgotten about soup.
I just woke up for the second time, slightly less hungover than the first time.
Medical tip from HT:
When you fall down, drinking the pain away is stupid. Your knee will still hurt the next day, and the only thing different is that now you have a hangover. Just ordered a greek salad and steak and cheese, and after that I will probably go to the hospital. Blecch.
HT, when did you fall? Did Blogger push you? I always knew Blogger was domestic-violencely inclined.
CHOP SUEY!!!
That's what I had for lunch today. In unemployment, I have become semi-addicted to the History Channel and they have the history of the dumbest shit on throughout the day. I learned the history of American culinary delights and in this show I learned that Chinese food used to mean exclusivly Chop Suey, which was basically leftovers in a wok.
That's why I say that I had CHOP SUEY today. I had left over homemade Pad Thai, and left over General Tso Chicken from Eddie's Cafe. Each was better when they were fresh, both were edible when they were mixed.
Blogger and I are at peace with our relationship. SHe fucks me, I keep coming back for more. It's cool. Action is action.
A double wishbone overhead suplex on your soul Blogger, and a figure 4 leg lock on your family... Fucker.
Arroz con Pollo for lunch today. But if that is what chop suey is, Dragon have chop suey all the time. left over food mixed with other left over food. mierda.
Oh and if fans interested. Dragon lose to Thunder last night in well fight match. Thunder just get in good shots and have lucky. Not better than Dragon. Best 2 out of 3 Thunder, then we see who winner who loser.
I read ultimo's last comment as "well fight match" meaning a match held in a well.
That shit would be awesome.
Especially if it was full of water.
Dear Mr. Jesus, I just had to write to you
Something really scared me, when I saw it on the news
A story 'bout a little girl beaten black and blue
Jesus, thought I'd take this right to you
Dear Mr. Jesus, I don't understand
Why they took her mom and dad away
I know that they don't mean to hit with wild and angry hands
Tell them just how big they are I pray
Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm
Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die
Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain
I know that you could save her and take her up to the sky
So she would never have to hurt again
Please don't let them hurt your children...
Dear Mr. Jesus, please tell me what to do
And please don't tell my daddy
But my mommy hits me, too.
Please don't let them hurt your children...
In the house of Dragon, even Jesus can not keep the children from being hurt if they be out of line.
Jo did y'all folks go to Wonderland yesterday? If not, WOnderland kind of fits your description.
Well fight match, That good. Mucho Mojado has that old well in he yard.
Ultimo Dragon will bring it up next time El Jefe has good ideas meeting again.
Can't be more worse then pillow fight match that La Mariposa suggest last time.
Good Lord, Jo. By which I mean GOOOOD LOOOOOOOOOORD ALMIGHTY!!! (turns into plane)
Seriously, though, what does some Mexican guy have to do with children being beaten? And shouldn't it be Senor Jesus? Hmm, the impenetrable mysteries of Jo's postings . . . .
The bar was on H street in NE.
HT knows the name.
I do not.
The Black and the Red on H St. Good shit. Too much booze.
i am going to start eating bars. No drinking AT them tho
My body itches
I heart my new crutches
Thunder can only scare you... and that only if you a baby. It can't hurt one as mighty as el Ultimo Dragon. 2 out of 3 Thunder, 2 out of 3 will show
oh pretty little LC. How doth though obviously need a backrub. I am blitzed off my ass in Knoxville (actually the secret city) tonight writing on a cousin's machine that I have just repaired. We went out tonight and my ego was bruised. I shall not give you the details but suffice it to say that you have prolly not endured the same.
Keep your chin up.
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