okie. i am hungry. n grouchy. cooked pasta for dinner n still feeling peckish. no it's not PMS.
Feel like having McWings. Went to the delivery website then decided no, i don't want an even bigger tummy.
Feel like having McWings. Went to the delivery website then decided no, i don't want an even bigger tummy.
Thought of driving out but lazy. Scully later come back someone take 'my' lot how. Then I would have to drive all the way up the multi storey carpark and park on the topmost floor. Damn HDB carparks. Have to climb up all the way everyday. Leaves me slightly breathless everytime. Unless I reach home by 5.30pm everyday lor. Then maybe I will stand a wee bit of chance at parking on the 1st storey.
I remember vaguely years ago where I would get lunch, supper etc delivered to me - even chilli crabs. From whichever male specimen that was wound around my little finger, at various points in my life. I sort of miss that kind of feeling. Being treated like a lady, being in control. I am not now.
Food for thought.
Time for some McWi... err thinking.
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