Jan 14, 2006 13:26
You can't get Matzo Balls like these anywhere outside my mother's kitchen and that's a damn fact.
Home with the flu and, honestly, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Being sick at new college is like trying to kill someone with a coffee straw.
Oh, oh. I haven't smoked a cigarette in like, four and a half days. Isn't that phenomenal?
Half-way through a 12-hour marathon of Mtv's "made". and I think that ball of phlegm I caughed up five minutes ago was more entertaining than this trash. Why is it so addicting? Oy vey. Maybe I'll go buy myself flowers.
SaM.