walking down a path vastly unknown by me.
iTunes is spinning: mae-"we're so far away"currently munching on: oreos, dipped in milk. you see. the other night. around well i don'ts remember, but say around 2am, bradley comes in with an orea in his hand. me being the lazy bum, didn't want to have a bite because then i'll have to gets all the way up, put on some pants and walks all the way over to brush my teeth _again_. sooooo i sat there watching him eat the cookie, and i just knew knew knew that i'll be craving those little suckers in the very near future. so here i am, after a grocery trip to loblaws and my one indulgence of 'snack' item spent towards the bag of oreos i'm sitting with my cup o' milk and a few cookies being that stereotypical poster child on the commercials quietly munching away on my oreos and squiggling my glasses back up my asian nose with no arch to hold them there in the first place, that, hey wait a minute, here's the thing, I DON'T EVEN LIKE OREO COOKIES!!! end of story
(and ridiculously long sentence, don't sic the grammar police on me, you'll be doing them a favour).
ps. whoever the hell of a brain of a person is that concocted the idea to make oreos or other chocolate substances deep fried has a sicksicksick mind. and not sick, as, in the "ebola" term kind of way. . . (sorry brian madden for jack-age of picture of said fried oreo cookies being consumed *shudder.)
it's six o six pm: and lords of dogtown here i come.
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