the grilled hotdog gretchen (a
the grilled hotdog gretchen (a volunteer) prepared to feed the mass of teen-beef volunteers here today is now sitting like a rock on my stomach.
it was a little burnt, but at least it was real beef and not 'miscellaneous meat products'.
i desperately want a coke. its turning into an addiction: i want want want to run to williams for a soda, but as soon as i get halfway through it my tummy will twitch and twist and rip out of its lining.
im not so sure a brownie will curb that craving, but im willing to try.
19 JUN
2002
2002
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"teen beef volunteers?" sounds sexy, like something from some sort of gay porno magazine.
wait, i think "sexy" is the wrong word. hmm.
the teen 'beef' volunteers are cleaning out the work basement this week for some remodeling. it takes stamina, courage, and brute strength (hence the beef requirement) to endure long hours of that basement.
then i imagine they probably look the role, too. that's unfair.
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