I've not eaten for three days. A few minutes ago I opened my refrigerator and there was the orange juice. It called to me so I poured a great huge glass and I drank it all down. It tasted good, but now I'm paying. Why doesn't god want me to be happy? I can't even eat
Flavor Blast Fritos at
Peth's Diaryland Party Extravaganza! But I will still bring them. Enough for all of you.
Posted at 10:45 p.m.
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