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My red modrobe (see companies, Canadian) pants are very special. They’re thick and teddybear like, all fleecy and crimson. And they are ridiculously warm. There is no worse way to wake up and be freezing. This means that not only must you get up and close the window, but you then have to get back into bed, which in the span of 30 seconds has lost all warmth. Hence, I grabbed my pants. These pants rule, I wore them all day. I wish upon you all a pair of pants such as these. After some discussion, it’s been determined that no real nicknames are appropriate for me. I’m simply not the sort that can be refereed to by furry animals, confections, or baked goods. I am not “cupcake”. So this leads to dilemma. What would a nickname for me be? Frankly, I’m stumped. I was shocked and appalled that when I downloaded “shrek” on Kazaa, I got porn. That’s just wrong, and I’m aghast that anyone would do that. Imagine if some child was to see such a thing. People are gross. Perplexingly, my OJ bottles never seem to get nearly as cold as I would like. Unlike my water bottles, they seem to remain at a unique, slightly sub-roomtemp all the time, no matter how long I keep them in the fridge. Scientists should study this. Tomorrow I sit my 4-hour business final. Yeah. And that’s why I need to go to bed. |
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groggy.
bitchy.