HA, I took my shirt off because I was hella sweaty and I crushed the building. They were teenage girls for sure, but they lost control of themselves. I wasn't interested but it's nice to know I still got it. I decided to make dinner for the house tonight. I got some organic meat from my favorite market. I'm going to make a garlic mayo spread from scratch. I'll be making sauteed butter portabella mushrooms, going to grill beef patties, Toast off some sourdough rolls, and steam melt some havarti cheese.
Very simple but elegant. I originally wanted to make a curried beef patty burger with a mango chutney spread. I'm going to remember that recipe. I've never eaten it. It just came to me while talking to this Indian guy about beef. Him being Indian had nothing to do with it. He was holding a beautiful red onion. The red onion reminded of curry.
I haven't cooked at my house in a long fukking time. I haven't cooked for pleasure in a while. I'm going to enjoy this. I'm using all my favorite shyt. LOL, the grill, my electric oven/toaster/broiler. My beautiful chef's knife. The big ass oven, a cast iron skillet, and a hand blender. I might pass on making mayo because I don't want to clean it up. It's a lot of mess. I'm going to buy some new clothes and let this sleep aid kick in. I'm way too poor to be in Gucci Gang, but I am in the Polo Club.
I'm on my hood rich shyt. Polo down to the socks. I might buy some Jays. LOL if this were HS i'd be the freshest nikka right now. I always wanted to dress like this in HS but I couldn't afford it and when I could my mom would have killed me. I never wore streetwear consistently because everyone did so I'm exploring it as an adult. I really fukk with Polo.