Come, ice cream. Come to my mouth. How dare you disobey me!
You know how someone you know, like a friend's mother or whatever, waits until a few weeks after the holidays to buy their stuff for the following year? Like wrapping paper? I modified that trend a bit on Sunday when, while at Loblaws, saw that their President's Choice Candy Cane ice, for two lousy bucks. Oh, sweet, tooth-breaking, headache-inducing goodness! Me likey.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Rantings of an almost middle-aged man-child. Lowly tech-writer by day, but amazingly virile superhero when I dream.
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