I scrambled to and fro hoping to find a cozy place to watch the Kings game today but no avail AND they lost. But at least they lost to the Red Wings, it's acceptable. Still, godamnit!
And then...
I couldn't find the Ramen noodle place I've been looking forward to all day to eat dinner at...
AND then...
Big Elvis, who is supposed to be performing at Harrah's tonight, apparently isn't! I thought it strange so many young good looking guys were at Harrah's piano bar to see Big Elvis, until I saw the two young blonde twin girls on the performance poster in the doorway. Goddamnit!
No Big Elvis? I left.
And so...
I'm calling it a night. Chamomile tea in front of the TV for me. I'm not in the mood to deal with Hyde or Hakkasan. Sorry. I'm old, therefor disappointed, as all old people are. And also getting over a cold.
Feel free to text me and tell me what a dull boring hag I've turned into.
I shaved my vagina for nothing. NOTHING.
Maybe I'll post an ad on CL. Who wants to Snapchat?
On the plus side, I got 7 miles in this morning. But I'm about to kill it with this tart pastry!
And another thing...
Someone needs to tell the honey selling Coronas, you don't call a woman "ma'am" and then card her. It defeats the "old bitch" reference.
Kids today. Even their insults don't make sense. Get the fuck off my lawn!
Oh. Wait. I don't live here.
Get the fuck off (this guy's) lawn!
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