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Nov. 5th, 2008 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI really, really want a corndog.
(I can't believe I'm posting about this when I'm brimming with election emotions and have stuff to share about our Ashland trip, which included the most amazing meal ever in the history of our culinary lives with two of the best people walking this earth.)
But right now, at not quite 10AM, I just really fucking want a corndog.
Huh.
(I can't believe I'm posting about this when I'm brimming with election emotions and have stuff to share about our Ashland trip, which included the most amazing meal ever in the history of our culinary lives with two of the best people walking this earth.)
But right now, at not quite 10AM, I just really fucking want a corndog.
Huh.
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Date: 2008-11-06 08:14 am (UTC)It's got to be something they put in corndogs. I, too, get these random driveby cravings for corndogs from time to time, and I do my best to ignore them, because hello, processed food! But damn it if that craving won't hang on like a goddamn pitbull, and I've had to give in a time or to.
In other words, I totally, totally understand.
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Date: 2008-11-06 04:27 pm (UTC)And dude, I totally did not get a chance to buy some last night. I MUST HAVE A CORNDOG NOW! (Or, you know, later on tonight when I buy some.)