*dying laughing*
Nov. 26th, 2005 01:55 pmYour favorite thing to say in the bedroom is: | You taste like pickled beets |
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I set my alarm for ten am. How the hell did I not wake up until
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I had so many weird dreams. I need to make brownies where I pour half the batter in the pan, cover the batter with chocolate chips, and then put the other half in. When they finish cooling you'll have solid chocolate in the middle!! I also had one where I was in kindergarten and some weird guy was asking me to draw stuff. Had another one where I was in Portland and couldn't find a place to live because all the apartments were ugly and full of crime and I had no money, and I had to call my mom but the pay phone wouldn't work, and when she came to get me finally she was in a Safeway uniform and the car was full of bread, and she was all pissy.
WTF?!?!
Must call
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