Beef happens
Aug. 6th, 2006 10:17 pm...usually at the maximally inconvenient time.
As a result of a nebulous conversation with
fivetonsflax some months ago, I discovered this evening out of the blue that I'll need to drive into work tomorrow (OH GOD SHOOT ME) so as to be able to drive to B'klyn after work so as to pick up some 35 lbs. of grass-fed dead cow.
Because I don't have enough to do this week.
But, I'll have awesomely prime MEAT!~.
Which I'll be gone for a week following and won't get to enjoy.
[I don't mind driving into the city, and often I even enjoy it. But doing it during rush hour is a fool's game and I really don't understand how all those people can do it day in & day out and yet stay even passably sane. By rights, on weekday mornings, the Hudson River approaches should look like the pertinent bits of Road Warrior, or possibly a raucous game of Car Wars.]
As a result of a nebulous conversation with
Because I don't have enough to do this week.
But, I'll have awesomely prime MEAT!~.
Which I'll be gone for a week following and won't get to enjoy.
[I don't mind driving into the city, and often I even enjoy it. But doing it during rush hour is a fool's game and I really don't understand how all those people can do it day in & day out and yet stay even passably sane. By rights, on weekday mornings, the Hudson River approaches should look like the pertinent bits of Road Warrior, or possibly a raucous game of Car Wars.]