One thing about this stupid trip is the fact that I missed the first ever Boston Food Truck Festival. My feeling of sorrow waned slightly when I saw this on the Grub Street Boston website:
It's like Apple products. I guess version 2.0 will be a bigger, better, badder (in the best way possible).
One more thing because I'd like to buy myself another 30 seconds of not studying. I want this tattoo.
Now that I've seen it, I look at it everyday. Ah, I want it.
Ok, I'm done farting around. Back to the books and then Bachelor Pad. Can't get enough of trashy television.