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apocalypsos) wrote2004-01-03 09:39 pm
apocalypsos) wrote2004-01-03 09:39 pm
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Today, I stopped at the Sweet Factory and bought a half-pound of those bleep-blips or whatever the hell those spaceship-shaped hunks of sugar the size of a Mini-Cooper are called. But, you know, only the pink and purple ones. Because I'm going to the special Hell for people who go to bulk candy stores just to ferret out one color. I suppose it could be worse, but damned if I was going to stand there for a half hour and pick out all of the cherry Runts.
Yes, I'm a candy bigot. Damn me ... damn me and my black heart to hell!
Ahem. Okay, no more bleep-blips for me tonight. It's probably better for all of us if I just get wasted and watch Flying Circus.
Oh, and I also picked up a Nightmare Before Christmas shirt. Now I only have to go to Europe, marry Christian Slater, and die, and I'll not only have a Nightmare Before Christmas shirt, but the chances that my future self will make out with James Marsters go up considerably. Go, me!
EDIT: That Bacardi commercial where the actors tell teenagers not to drink until they're 21? Priceless. Especially considering how much it must have cost Bacardi to build a time machine, go back to 1976, and interrupt the filming of a hard-core porn movie like that.
Yes, I'm a candy bigot. Damn me ... damn me and my black heart to hell!
Ahem. Okay, no more bleep-blips for me tonight. It's probably better for all of us if I just get wasted and watch Flying Circus.
Oh, and I also picked up a Nightmare Before Christmas shirt. Now I only have to go to Europe, marry Christian Slater, and die, and I'll not only have a Nightmare Before Christmas shirt, but the chances that my future self will make out with James Marsters go up considerably. Go, me!
EDIT: That Bacardi commercial where the actors tell teenagers not to drink until they're 21? Priceless. Especially considering how much it must have cost Bacardi to build a time machine, go back to 1976, and interrupt the filming of a hard-core porn movie like that.