food...
The problem with my mother cooking a slow-cooked meal is that I can smell it hours before it's actually ready.
October 16th, 2002
Revenge Of The Foot
Allow me to inform you, my loyal readers (that's right, you, the three trashcans and one empty cardboard box) that after a bandage has been on your foot for a week straight, it starts to smell like...
well, like your foot.
Good thing my mother could find where we have another bandage. The bandage I had been wearing could be smelled from over five feet and three inches away, even with my shoe on. (Note that I am five feet and three inches tall.
Anyway, my foot's mostly healed, so interesting things might resume happening to me. You see, interesting things usually happen to me, but they've recently failed to happen, so-
ahh, forget about it. But hopefully, I'll get more interesting soon.
well, like your foot.
Good thing my mother could find where we have another bandage. The bandage I had been wearing could be smelled from over five feet and three inches away, even with my shoe on. (Note that I am five feet and three inches tall.
Anyway, my foot's mostly healed, so interesting things might resume happening to me. You see, interesting things usually happen to me, but they've recently failed to happen, so-
ahh, forget about it. But hopefully, I'll get more interesting soon.
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