lunch mikey its like 1pm pacific. and i am starving. im gonna go to mcdonalds and get some chicken mc nuggles. with hot mustard sauce..or maybe bbq. and a large HI-C orange! i wonder if i can get myself to leave this keyboard long enough to go get food...i'll hit refresh soon as i get back! 010306 ... nocturnal I just ate my lunch and thought, damn, this is depressing. Then I saw that there was a page here for lunch all of a sudden. so, let me tell you all about my depressing lunch, then I have to go to calculus. I opened my fridge, looking for something decent to make for lunch and you know what I ended up having? cookie dough. that's all I had in the fridge. college life sucks. 010306 ... mikey want a chicken nugget? heehee. hey cookie dough is good! i guess it wouldnt be if it was all ya had. eeeew math classes....EEWWWWW i hate math. it hates me to the feeling is mutual lol. 010306 ... twiggie everybody just fucking left for lunch, leaving me at school. i'm going home. 010309 ... mikey home is whered youd rather be anyway yes? 010309 ... twiggie yes i'd much rather be at home than at school. most of the time, anyway. once and awhile i like being at school. not very often at all though. 010309 ... birdmad took the shuttle-bus from the office to the japanese fast-food place where i am a regular, spicy sweet hawai'ian orange chicken and noodles and gyoza on the side, the used and rare bookstore next to it, picked up a vintage copy of Dante's divine comedy for a song and a somewhat rare miniature of Oscar Wilde's "Salomé" 010309 ... dean-bean Up until I went shopping an hour ago, I had a cabinet full of condiments. And I love to cook too. How sad. I like Salome'. I've seen my head on the platter, but it's not on the menu. I guess it's a good thing this isn't Titus. 010402 ... unhinged i want to eat lunch with him and only him. just me and him and the cilantro and we always understand each other. 010416 ... silentbob i watch as they touch as they cuddle as they flirt she isnt his girlfriend why must i be subjected to this? What kind of person would do that? Knowing how his friend felt. He must not realize... he must just not have considered and his lack of consideration wrecks me every day at lunch. 010417 ... ragueneau i ate my lunch, locatelli on bread, and closed my eyes, leaning against the door of the truck. i was asleep in minutes. and in minutes i woke up full of dream and swirling snowflakes. i emerged from the truck and ate them for dessert. 010418 what's it to you? who go blather from