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[becomesophelia]

So I am home alone, listening to drop it like it's haaaaaaawt inexcusably loud, and suddenly my brain gets a telegram. It's from my stomach.

ITS ME STOMACH [STOP] PLEASE SEND FOOD [STOP] EMERGENCY[STOP]

I go to the kitchen, pull out the last of the pumpkin bread and hunt for cream cheese. And what do I find in my fridge? Whipped cream cheese.

Comments

[miss_skarlet]

Much like chicken, sex, and black people.

A, ymml. Ol. LOL

[becomesophelia]

A, T F T C.

[miss_skarlet]

A, I T I K W T M.

O M I A J C.

W.

A, T L T I G P H. D Y T T Y C F O T C?

TRANSLATION:

[becomesophelia]

Aimee, I Think I Know What You Mean.

Or Maybe I Am Just Crazy.

Whatever.

Anyway, Talking Like This Is Getting Pretty Hard. Do You Think You Can Figure Out This Comment?

.....how'd I do?

[smellslike_glue]

I wanna go see that play!

<3

[becomesophelia]

omg do it!

[untitled_so_far]

did you reserve the tickets for me? :)

[becomesophelia]

Yessir they have been bought!

[blackmes]

when the pimp's in the crib ma
when the pigs try to get at ya

drop it like it's hot

[funny becasue i was singing this with homies(?) yesterday.]