i just ate a big, huge, sticky, delicious spoonful of nutella.
Mmmm...holland's gift to the world. right up there with tulips, but much better tasting.
my throat is a thick, gooey, chocolate mass of muck. i may never sing again.
late night ponderings, mid-day wonderings, early morning epiphanies. quotations, song lyrics, inside jokes...a small window into my life, and why it is worth living. though being six again would be grand.
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