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[phosfate]

Deb just gave me a piece of Dove chocolate. The message on the inside of the wrapper says, Make a list of your dreams.

Okay...

--Stuck in the snow
--School/final/no pants/haven't been to class all semester etc.
--Man w/machine gun
--Swaying skyscraper
--Shrinking parking garagOH GOD I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T MAKE THEM STOP!

You see the problem?

I'm sorry, little chocolate wrapper, but I cannot obey your instructions.

Comments

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

The little chocolate wrapper is crying now. This is really sad!!!!!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I threw it in THE GARBAGE! I have destroyed it! It can torment me no longer oh god it was innocent and I killed it...*sob*

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Don't you KNOW? When you discard a chokkie wrapper, the angels cry tears that drown puppies!!!!!!!!111

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

That would upset me if not for the pet population explosion.

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

ah, well, there's that. Crises averted!

:D

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Yay!

[ymfaery]

The Tell-Tale Wrapper?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

OH GOD! IT IS THE CRINKLING OF ITS HIDEOUS TINFOIL!

[ramalama.livejournal.com]

Dude, I just had that second one the other night. Bone-chilling.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Everybody has the second one. Though nowadays, I tend to get annoyed a few minutes in: "Goddammit, I graduated in 1984! Screw this!" Of course, then it turns into a trip to the Admin office to get my transcripts to bloody show them, and we're off once again.