miscreants

28 Sep

: one of my new favourite words.

Bluh. Sick, my nose is debating whether it wants to run or not. I feel like a sack o’ dough. Not a good thing. A squishy warm thing, but a bad squishy warm thing.

I am showering and then sleeping, but first I might have to write down rolling-paper-flavours for P and J, including marzipan because fuck I fucking love marzipan, fuck. If they made marzipan flavoured babies I would eat them. If they made marzipan flavoured dogs I would eat them. That is how much I love it. It is like crack made from almond paste. Mmmm.

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