Lately I have considered the fact that my meals have been a little unhealthy. Not that I am a health nut, actually I'm quite the unconscious meal critic- to me good food is good food, but I like to think atleast I'm eating something good. It doesn't help matters when I go back home and all my friends are looking sharp and trim and I can hardly keep up as they they go bar hopping. Eating unhealthy can be suicide.

With this in mind I decided to have a late lunch at a seafood place my girlfriend's pals frequent a lot (i.e. lots of chicks hang out at this place). I had just got done with a meeting where someone had commented very negatively to something I had suggested, and even though these comments hadn't vexed me, I still felt I deserved the consolation of female induced eye-candy.

I ordered a shrimp salad which came with thiny sliced cerely and finely minced onions, salt and peppered to perfection, and evenly sprinkled with romaine lettuce.
The waitress serving there was a fscking looker with a perfectly rounded rear and nice plump bosom which made me suspect that the women who frequent this picturesque establishment could be borderline lesbos. She made a comment to me when I ordered a passion juice to wash down the meal to which I gave her a witty comment back- but as I was just getting to enjoy this carnal exchange of words the missus called. Well, atleast now I know where the babes hang out. Might stop by there tomorrow, only this time, am putting some alcohol into my system. Stay tuned folks!