Truly, Madly, Directly
I got my 50 bucks worth of free grub from Fresh Direct today and I'm as giddy as a teenage girl.
If they go out of business I will feel really guilty (she said between bites of free pate and French triple creme).
The stuff came wrapped beautifully and in boxes to boot. It was just like Christmas except I got stuff I could actually use. It came smack in the middle of my 2 hour delivery window and you are told they do not accept tips, though I still felt guilty about not offering.
Speaking of giddy teenage girls, if you are disappointed in my sporadic posting and want someone in the mood to share her grand emotions, I recommend this girl.
Scratch that. If you want to know about young love, nothing beats this sweet wiccan who works at Wendy's.
