Apr 16, 2007 18:05
i really want a strada espresso brownie. i asked luke circa 4:45 pm if he wanted to get a snack later. "possibly," he says at 5:30. he's meeting with a coworker about his group meeting. me, wanting to see him, concedes: "ok, i'm thinking of going at 6:30."
it is now 6:06 and i'm about to die of hunger.
i want my fucking brownie.