I wanted to buy a cheese grater the other day, but then I didn't because I'm afraid that if someone breaks into my apartment, they will automatically equate the presence of a cheese grater with grating my face off.
The frantic ramblings of a 1L...and other assorted thoughts. It's a goody bag really, but without the random tootsie rolls or solid milk chocolate...no one likes you solid milk chocolate.
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sweet, random ass people are checking my blog...even though they want to direct me to their peep show.
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