This musical is behind me and suddenly I find that all that lovely grieving which has been coming in fits and starts since I moved into my own place has turned into full seizures of blissful anxiety and depression. Today I actually started to calculate how many Subway chocolate chip cookies I could purchase with the money I got from the musical. Let's just say that in the end I decided that I simply wouldn't have a place to put those 8,604 cookies.
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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion
Just buy the ingredients, make the batter, and don't bother cooking them.... just pig out on the dough.
Jack | June 21, 2006 2:01PM