the annoying fan on my laptop must shut up at some point. but i need to stop talking shit about (insert name for my laptop here) or else he'll (he seems like a he, always throwing temper tantrums, getting all jealous when i talk about buying a new one, crashing just because the day doesn't seem to go his way) shut down on me again.

monday. oh my god the filet mingon at fleming's steakhouse is simply too great for words. it melts in your mouth. literally.

plus sauteed (damn i can't put accents) mushrooms. perhaps even orgasmic. but then again, what would i know. (i raise my eyebrow here)

i want a boba. too bad those damn starch filled things are just so bad for you.