December 2009
6 posts
“as if it weren’t bad enough to sell your waking life for minimum wage, now...”
food hangovers are a real thing.
i woke up this morning with jasmine rice stuck in my hair and the crusty remnants of masala sauce all over my face, my couch and my doorknob like blood spatters at a crime scene.
what.
the.
fuck.
?
it all starts coming back to me, fuzzy memories are forming of me walking stumbling into some indian food joint in the mission and mumbling something about something something, “feed me you...
