store bought sauce with store bought meatballs on a bowl of pasta that didn't start out green, accompanied by a store bought container of leaf debris, drowned in store bought salad dressing, all washed down by an ipa, long past its born on date, and purple wine.
what a belly full of pleasure before i settled in to watch hostel II on pay per view.
i'm not sure what kept me awake more all night, the indigestion or the flood light i mounted at the foot of the bed.
personally, this home alone stuff isn't what it's cracked up to be.
but i'll never tell keaton that.