Last night during my evening outing at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I aborted my plan for a special dinner to celebrate my exit from Chaos Manor (read: rental housing). Why would I bother? What's there to celebrate? I'm moving into a despicable mausoleum in Chinatown. A funeral would be more appropriate.
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| Typical Smooth Hottie |
So, anyway, I purchased a large, greasy meatball sandwich from Subway® and supplemented it with a meal substitute smoothie from Jamba Juice®. For me, that meal was special enough.
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| Typical Scheduled Hottie |
I am down to four days at Chaos Manor. There are a lot of chores to do and other
minutiae to contend with. As it stands, I am right on schedule. Yeah, right on schedule to move into the Chinatown mortuary ... errr, mausoleum ... errr, dormitory. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
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