Thursday, November 16, 2006

murder attempt I

the bf and i like to try new places.

we get dressed up. we sit down and have a lovely dinner. we talk. we laugh. we hold hands.

and other times, we go to the drive-through at wendy's.

one time we were driving separately and decided to go through. don't ask.

he went first. ordered. paid.

then i went. ordered. paid.

when we got back to his house we found that we had both ordered the chicken tenders. click.

he also decided to surprise me.

sidebar: i am violently, violently lactose intolerant. how do i put this without coming off as hyperbolical? um, i will die if i so much as taste one infinitesimal drop of cream, ice cream, cream cheese, or milk.

so what did the bf surprise me with?

a chocolate frosty, of course.

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