Brisk chilly run in the am, 6.5-nice, followed by Spin. Was a good class, not the usual instructor, but a sub. Still worthy.
Then, hit a couple-a movies (Sybil was in, hadda avoid Toxichouse), then home. Stoney reeking, can't wait until his next arrest.
It finally strolls in @ the crack of 10pm ("I buy all the food"-there's friggin' cereal and cold cuts, really nutritious bitch!), and wants to know why It doesn't have my cell phone number. Amazing. Really. Buy a fucking mirror!!!!!
Sunday, February 3, 2013
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