Tonight Angel and i went to see his Mom for dinner in Burleson and she and her husband took us out to this little Mexican restaurant that had the BEST chips and some really weird fajitas. They grill a whole chicken breast with mushrooms, onions, and julienne poblanos and bring it to you on the sizzling skillet with a knife. There are tortillas, rice and some strange soupy beans that Angel fell upon like a ravenous wolf. No cheese. No sour cream. No Pico de gallo. No salad-ish crap on the side. Just grilled meat and veggies on tortillas. i was a little surprised at first and i had to ask for a small plate to build on, but they were really very good that way. Try it sometime ~ really cuts back on the fatty stuff!
The whole visit went well but i was a little high on caffeine so i kept giggling at things only i found funny, like the huge crystals his Mom has that, to me, look like huge pointy glass phalluses! Massive! There was something else that set me off but i don't remember right now . . . She did do a shot of peppermint Schnapps with us after dinner, and that was nice.
When we got home we found the slightly refreshed Snookems ready to do some laundry. (He got up early to see his lady friend so he had stayed behind to nap while we had dinner.) It was a toss up, but he and i won on heads and got to go enjoy the wonderment that is the 24 hour Laundromat while Angel had to stay home, grounded to his room with nothing better to do than sleep.
Doing laundry with this anal whore is ALWAYS an adventure and tonight was no different. There were people all over the place laughing at us and are freaky and sometimes slightly vulgar antics and discussions. Just remember that i AM THE CHEESE and he SUCKS while i wear his underwear on my head, wave wet socks about and fly through the building with his bath sheet as a cape. But then, i KNOW he was sniffing my underpants, i just could never catch him! i also learned that his penis is larger than my breasts (so he SAYS) , he has a chili-dog fetish and a need to prop his wannabe albino arm on my nose so i can snort the really long hairs on his wrist.
Or maybe you just had to be there . . .
Hey, did you know that MS Word spellchecker wants me to change �fajitas� to �Fujitsu� or �fagots�? Weird.
confessed on Sunday, Mar. 31, 2002