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The Journal of Shonda Chrissonberry Lonely Inanimate Objects
10/07/2004 03:22 p.m.
Reality gave me a swift, hard slap in the face this morning.
I have the "singles" fridge.
I was reaching in to retrieve a couple of diet sodas for work, and noticed that what was left in the aftermath was a small tub of butter and some condiments.
A small tub of butter and some condiments ~ How sad is that?
Of course let's not forget my Arm & Hammer. He is always present.
Then I got to thinking ~ maybe I could connect my lonely fridge with my lonely toothbrush & together with my lonely car, we could all just run away. Sounds like a plan.
Anyone wanna come along? I am currently Sad
I am listening to a leafblower.
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