Feb 24, 2007 22:20
I have a serious toast problem. When I am sad, I turn to toast for comfort. So far this evening, I have eaten 5 pieces of toast, and it's clear I'm not ready to stop. This is a cry for help, a loud prayer to Atkins, God of All Things Bacon and Non-Carby.
Ahhh, toast. Toast...
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Thanks for the ride offer last night; I'm sure I'll need one soon enough. I'm all kinds of drinky! :)
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raisin toast. with too much butter. and with brown sugar sprinkled on top. FUCK.
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bwa ha ha ha haa!
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ps - I have the login info at home, if you still need it. I'll get it to you tonight.
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My sister bought me a toast press that looks like Jesus is toasted in.
It makes toast eating very pleasurable.
Glad to see you're alive and kicking.
Proud of you, girly.
xxxx
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I'm alive & definitely kicking. Are you ever coming to Boston? It would be immensely neat to meet you someday.
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i don't see myself making it to Boston until summertime, but if i go, you'll definitely hear from me...
"Body of Christ?"
Amen.
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