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Thursday, 4 October 2007 07:58Mr. Softie is trying to KILL ME WITH THEIR ICE CREAM. It's like they're trying to push me towards a diabetic coma or something. Is it weird I almost typed that out as comma?
They were out in force yesterday. I saw the trucks twice between the park and my office.
They know I don't need ice cream, but there they are, with their cheap tasty cones and their siren song of "you know you want it, don't you deserve a little frozen goodness".
Resistance is looking futile. *headdesk*.
Come on, it's October. Isn't it time for the roasted peanut guys yet?
I don't even bother resisting those guys. A buck for roasted peanuts on a frosted day? Hell. Yeah.
They were out in force yesterday. I saw the trucks twice between the park and my office.
They know I don't need ice cream, but there they are, with their cheap tasty cones and their siren song of "you know you want it, don't you deserve a little frozen goodness".
Resistance is looking futile. *headdesk*.
Come on, it's October. Isn't it time for the roasted peanut guys yet?
I don't even bother resisting those guys. A buck for roasted peanuts on a frosted day? Hell. Yeah.
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Date: 9 Oct 2007 00:01 (UTC)