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Discussion in 'GMD Social Forum' started by A8, Sep 15, 2007.
I m watching movie avengers end game and scrolling forum ...
Oh boy another Talos alt
I want tacos but I also don't feel like getting out of bed or wasting gas driving back and forth. Shit
Went to an Italian restaurant with my family and the boyfriend. Boyfriend keeps breaking my balls about me and my family not liking tomato sauce, pasta, pork, and pretty much all of what they serve in Italian food. Maybe it's just me but I feel like it's super easy to make a ton of food in this style and make it tasteless. Needs moar spice. Less tomato.
He's in the right.
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.
edit: btw I’m wondering if this is something like the issue with Chinese and Mexican restaurants in the US, in that they don’t really sell the foods of their country but instead Americanized versions.
Anchovy pizza ftfw
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.
If you're looking to maintain a strict diet, you pretty much can't go out and eat.
So fucking eat some pasta, drink some wine and stop fucking crying.
Italian food is often a victim of severe bastardization.
And yeah being on a diet and eating outside doesn't go together if you live in the countryside where there's not enough establishments to eat at. I believe any diet is doable if you live in a city though.
I'm listening to Summoning on the couch, we have a quick fuck scheduled for later with the wifey unit, then I'm going to sip on some barleywine. I have some expensive sugarwaters in the fridge waiting to be opened. De Molens from Holland and one Omnipollo bourbon barrel aged Aon.
Feeling too low energy to shave my head, but these 40 degree days have really sucked.
Do a reverse mohawk, then dye it pink
At work. Writing. Must. Finish. Something. At least a first draft or something. Anything.
But also lunch. Wife unit created pasta with cream sauce and mushrooms.
Microwaves in my office will recreate its proper form.
I'm currently wondering whether drunk me made a wise or brash decision by ordering $1000 headphones last night. I've been lusting after the Audeze LCD-2 for years as an endgame headphone, but figured it was too expensive so I was planning on getting a replacement for my currently worn out pair that cost around $500. Last night I just said fuck it, and bought the ones I truly wanted. Either way, looking forward to finally getting a pair of true hi-fi phones.
For a $1000 they want to make breakfast, cut the grass and go to work for me.
I'd have suggested they need to offer sexual favours too, but it's clear that the company selling them is the one who bends you over and fucks you up the arse when they take $1000 off you for a set of headphones.
My fucking boss got me sick, so now I speak like Nergal with laryngitis and my throat feels like sandpaper. At least he gave me tomorrow off. Maybe he's feeling guilty, maybe he knows I can break him in half with my bare hands. Either way, I'm grateful