My lips are about to plop on the ground because I've been eating sunflower seeds for more than an hour, sitting at my mom's shoe store, doing very little else. Soon I'll pop in the French CDrom things so I can hear what it sounds like to say such things as the alphabet or "please take [these sunflower seeds] away from me," etc. The salt is eroding my lips rather than preserving them. Just like eating too much pineapple. You don't want to stop because it's heaven's sweetest offering, but after too soon you no longer have a tongue to taste it with.
Tomorrow and Saturday I will be attending a writer's conference. They offer 8 workshop times with three optional classes of which I may only choose one. I'm sad because I want to create another of myself, lend it some brain and send it to the other classes I want to attend at the same hour as the other classes I will attend, but I can't. This calls for an "alas."
When I get back to blogging after those fun filled days I'll post the best piece of prose I ever have. I just know it. In the mean time, I'm going to sit here, at the store and think of a million other things I could post here. But since I'm bored, little boring pieces of me would filter through my fingers and type all the boring letters on the keyboard, and no one would be happy. So I'm going to leave. Eat. mmmm bon appetit!
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Oh man, when i go on vacation especially when I drive. I eat so many h-ing sunflower seeds. I mean bags and bags. Honestly probably about 3 full bags all to myself. I go for the "dill spitz" so yummy! and easy(er) on the tounge. You should try them out some time.
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