Friday, April 1, 2011


How can I blog when my heart has turned into a black hole that sucked up my favorite waterbottle?  I tried eating some bagle bites smothered in ranch, but that didn't bring my waterbottle back.  So I ate some Reese's Puffs, but now I just feel squeemish.  I can't go to bed feeling squeemish.  I can't do it.  I know I'll have that creepy dream about the clown in the trenchcoat trying to make me eat a pickle.  I hate pickles.  I don't really mind clowns as long as they don't wear trenchcoats or try and force me to eat pickles. 

It's Friday, so I'm cutting this short so I can hunt down a coke for my stomach.  Sara is out...Peace!

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