the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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1:38 p.m. + 2003-09-05 = under the guise of simple pea&cashew salad.
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so i stick my neck out and procure small helping of cashew pea salad from the salad bar with help of uber-preoccupied cashiers and lovely, giant greenbag... after two bites, once safely outside of cafeteria-bigbrother jurisdiction, i am horrified by the texture and taste on my tongue... ground chicken! those bastards! (note: i would have noticed meat-presence within first bite had i not been so hungry and eager to devour fresh peas.)
what worries me is not that i am a foodcriminal who has stolen an item that cannot be eaten, but that i hamlet-ed whether or not to just eat the tastey peas and cashews ignoring the bits of ground-chicken for well over five minutes. does this constitute carn[e]al thoughts?
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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