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Thursday July 11, 2002 - 2:55 p.m. Know what I just did? Earlier this morning I left some chocolates in my car, and just now I took them out and they're mush because it's, like, 312 degrees here or something, and I just opened one and it went all sploot and stuff. But then I thought to myself, "It's already open. Nothing I can do about it now and I sure as hell am not going to throw away good chocolate." So I licked all that chocolaty goodness off the wrapper, right over my sink, all wiping my face with my wrist and lapping the escapees off my upper lip. It was a vision of beauty, this chocolate-licking. Hey. It was toasted coconut chocolate. I refuse to apologize. Also, there was dog poop outside my front door yesterday. That is so damned wrong. Upon examining it, Jason positively stated that it had not been placed there, but actually pooped there. I live on the third floor. Outside of my front door is concrete. And it's also sort of secluded. This was either one determined dog, or one with some serious privacy issues. It was decided (by me) that Jason had to clean it up, because he's a boy and because I have to do any and all phone calling. So poop for him, phone for me. Trust me, babies. It makes absolute and perfect sense. Over and out,
-Mlle R
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