Psychohooptidoodle. I’ve discovered that listening
Psychohooptidoodle. I've discovered that listening to incredibly violent music while driving in traffic is soothing and tends to make me drive slow and cautiously while electronica makes me speed. Odd. I had lunch at Kyber at Kirby/Richmond... the best lamb in town... seriously. I dig Indian food. Anita and Dwayne gave EL and I a package of East Indian Vindaloo Masala this morning, so that's what made me think of going. I'm stuffed like a Christmas turkey. EL and I are shopping for new auto insurance this week. I hate the way sue-happy motorists have driven insurance companies into panic when writing new policies. They practically need a DNA sample these days after checking your insurance history, driving history, credit report, etc. for the last 5 years. Hoops for us all to jump through. Work has been pleasantly busy and I'm back in a nice windowed office again so I can hide from the minions of CorpoHell and actually accomplish real tasks. I long for a job with a better QoL stance. This shit is like prison without the rape in the showers. I'm only working a half day tomorrow... w00t. This weekend is only a couple of days away. It's a three day weekend. Rinse and repeat.
I finally got around to some Indian with Tim on New Year’s Day. I think the last time I’d had it, prior to this, was with you. This place, in Hollywood, was nice but they had no masala dishes.
It was the nicest Indian joint I’ve been to in LA so that makes me sad. Most of the others, while having pretty good food, are rather divey (but ironically expensive to boot). That one you and I went to once or twice was da’bomb. During and after the meal, hah-hah.
lmao
You have showers?
LUCKY. I have to take a wild assortment of cooties home with me.
How come you did bot call me :) I love that place!
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