the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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12:14 a.m. + 2005-08-25 = latenight pasta.
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dear carbs,
i know that the voracious indulgence of you is the conduit of my livelihood [layman's terms: the reason i get paid [[and coincidently, health-benefitted]]]. therefore, i should love you and worship you [minimally, not in cultish way] for that reason alone. but... well, i must say... I FREAKIN' LOVE YOU! and promise to stand by you through thick and thin... as though i were tammy wynette and you were my/her off-to-jail man.
your prophet,
pojken.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
