Well I'll be...

[winkblinknod83]

I sit in Quirkey's with an odd feeling in my stomache. I'm not sure what is the proximal cause of this feeling. It could be the arid cake with the "break apart icing" that you could literally peel off the cake, whittle into a point, and stab someone with it. It might have been Gov. Winthrope's mother's tacos I ate with english pea and egg casserole

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hmm

[anonymous]

i am horrified to realize that i have just now discovered your new journal entry - hours and hours and hours (!!!) after it was written

Re: hmm

[winkblinknod83]

It's not really my fault that I thought of stabbing someone with the chocolate. You see, Fred was in Quirkey's and making all sorts of noises and I happened to be beside the cake and I looked down it. There on the cake was a dagger shaped portion of icing, detached from the rest. Immediately the thoughts that came to my head in succession were "That looks like a knife, that looks sharp, I could stab [Fred]!" hahahaha... ahem. Anyway.

Perhaps I could describe the feeling I have when I leave you is "yearning like a god in pain."
hmmmm, nope. don't like that one after all.