Monday, March 27, 2006

Popcorn

I want popcorn.

I don't want popcorn...I really want to go home.

If somebody offered me a piece of cake I would totally eat it even though I shouldn't.

Why do babies gack all over you?

My shoulder hurts. I think I slept on it wrong.

It's hot in here.

I want to leave.

Where is my commuter mug?

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