I want to eat my hands.
I treated myself to a jar of philosophy's handcream, handmade, and it smells like lemon poppyseed cake. I've been sniffing myself all day. I want to smear it all over my body and see if that turns me into a lemon poppyseed cake. Because then everyone would love me. Oh god oh god, why can't I be made of flour and sugar and wonderful seasonings?
Also, I baked an apple pie tonight. It's good. If you come over you can have some.
That is all.
Also, I baked an apple pie tonight. It's good. If you come over you can have some.
That is all.
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Because if you did, you'd look like
this
And we wouldn't want that, would we?
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Pie
*craves pie*
Tease ;)
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*ships pie abroad*
See, just add water!
*frolics*
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