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Some days I should just crawl back into bed, but that would be the smart thing to do.
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Yesterday I burned the crap out of my tongue on a pot pie. In my head I know the inside of a pot pie is hot. I always know this, yet, almost without fail, every time I eat a pot pie, I burn my tongue. (I believe this is because I am obviously an idiot.) Anyway, here I am with my burned tongue that I had mostly forgotten about until I started eating my morning grapefruit. Yep. I am obviously an idiot. Also, this morning I could not say “Trevor” for the life of me. I kept saying “Travor”. I can already tell it’s just going to be one of those days. I hate when I have one of those days. Posted by Utopia at November 14, 2006 08:51 AM CommentsI do that on French Bread pizzas every time Posted by: Andrea at November 14, 2006 08:44 PM Sometimes I wish I could have been an abortion... PS. I like the new look. Nice work. Posted by: nobody at November 14, 2006 11:39 PM Post a comment |
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