The 2 subject of my latest ramblings: one of my best friends and sandwiches. I can already hear you think ‘God Sav, what kind of combination is that?’. Well, read on I say!
I’ll start with the sandwich, the non-sexual one. Last Saturday my mate took me to the newly opened franchise restaurant chain called Subway. It’s the first one that’s close by enough for me to actually reach without travelling for 2 hours. It was de-fucking-licious I can tell you! First one I had then will become, as tradition demands it, my signature sub. It’s called a Chicken and Bacon Ranch. One foot long toasted honey bread with chicken strips, bacon, ranch dressing, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickles and the main component: Spicy Chipotle Midwestern Sauce!. Or as we have come to call it: the Texas Subway Massacre. I’m starting to drool just thinking about it, especially knowing I’ll be having another one in about 10 hours time.
What’s not making me drool however is the fact that one of my best friends is getting his nasty on this Saturday with his girlfriend. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy all the way for them. What it means though is that come Sunday, I will be the last one of our little group to never have gotten any, whatsoever, in whatever way.
Yes, I know I’ve been going on about this to the point of it just becoming a big stupid whine I rattle off to anyone who will listen but it’s still driving me goddamn nuts! It’s gonna be in my face from this point on. I’m the last one with everything, no matter what the subject. Computer, microwave, foodstuffs, gamesconsole, sex. Frak, I’ve never even kissed someone let alone had an actual girlfriend! Is it just me? Maybe I'm just meant to be last with everything
I just wanted to get this out of my system before going to bed, late as usual. One more thing I won’t have to worry about anymore tonight.
Sav.
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