Friday, May 16, 2008

where my breakfast is at?

sitting in the cafe (raining like a mofo. 40% chance my toosh)...

waiting for my whole wheat pancakes.


and all a suki wanna know is...


where my breakfast is at?

1 comment:

Big Mike said...

Get your own damn breakfast.

And while you're up, get me a coffee and my slippers.



Strangely, I awoke this morning with bruised ribs and a black eye. Maybe I talk in my sleep.