I am . . . Munchkin.
I want . . . a beer.
I have . . . a dog.
I wish . . . that the dog didn't puke chocolate everywhere.
I hate . . . when the dog pukes chocolate everywhere.
I fear . . . the next time the dog pukes chocolate everywhere.
I hear . . . the Ocean Spray Cranberry commercial.
I search . . . google when needed.
I wonder . . . if anyone is actually still reading this.
I regret . . .not becoming a veterinarian.
I love . . . the dog.
I ache . . . in my foot.
I always . . . love the dog. And beers.
I usually . . . drink the beers.
I am not . . . sure why this is so long.
I dance . . . phenomenally.
I sing . . . Strokin'.
I never . . . Play "never have I ever" on my blog.
I sometimes . . . wonder how we got to where we are in society.
I cry . . . when I think about my student loans.
I lose . . . my temper. Constantly.
I am grateful . . . for the dog.
I need . . . a new house.
I should . . . send my roommate for more beer.
You're next . . . A?
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
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