Thursday, February 22, 2007
PB, J and Conditioner sandwich, anyone?

The hazards of thinking about your handsome boyfriend coming home while unpacking the groceries aren't always apparent until you realize you can't find the conditioner anywhere.
Until you try the fridge that is.
Right next to all those onions.

I miss him.

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