generic tripe
I have eaten at least seven portions of wonderful/demonic Cadbury chocolate eggs this afternoon. I’m not hungry; in fact, I’m quite full. Nauseously so. Obviously, I hate myself and subconsciously long for some kind of self-prostration associated with the Christian holiday.
Will I use this blog only for this kind of hollow public confession?
Perhaps.
1 comment:
Nah, you gotta give us some juicy stuff, too. ;-)
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