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I don’t feel like writing anything tonight. I would rather get a piece of cheesecake and start devouring it until I get to every last bit of cheesecake yumminess.
In fact, that’s what I’m going to do.
The problem with store bought cheesecake is that you have to let it thaw first. I don’t WANT to let it thaw. I want to eat it right now!
So my cheesecake is sitting in front of me, taunting me. I don’t really know what else to do. Can you get sick from eating a block of frozen cheesecake?
God, imagine? The doctor in the ER is examining me, asking me if I ate anything toxic tonight. Alcoholic. Frozen cheesecake. Or maybe they just ask you that for insurance purposes…
I went shopping the other night and for some odd reason I bought two of everything. Except macaroni and cheese. I bought four of that. And no, I didn’t do it on purpose. I just was like, “Oh, I want that!”
I actually know someone who has to buy two of everything, even if they don’t need it. I thought of him when I was putting everything away, because that’s when I realized what I did.
The moral of the story: I have two pieces of cheesecake, and you have none.
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