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Standing on the Precipice of a Giant Scream.

18 Aug

Ever have one of those days?

When you want to open your mouth and let out the longest, loudest wail ever heard from a girl?

I’m having one of those days. I won’t go into too much detail, but it’s bad. It’s horr-i-ble. I’m about 5 minutes from turning into the Hulk. I hate this feeling. I HATE this feeling.

To make things worse, it smells like maple syrup in my cubicle. Which means that my desire for French toast–which manifested itself this past weekend when I dreamt of once again walking into an IHOP after nearly a year of not walking into an IHOP–will become a reality at lunchtime. I’ll find French toast and I’ll eat it. With scrambled eggs. And wild abandon.

I really, really, hate this feeling.



Sincerely, Taj

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