Sunday, December 18

Uhh, I think we're going to have a problem here

Popcorn kernels litter my bedroom. I can't stop eating the stuff. Alice gave me a tin full of that crack -- you know, the amazing mixed tin with the caramel, butter, and cheese varieties? Damn you, caramel corn. Damn you. My room is like the den of a popcorn junkie. I just hide in here with my tin. I keep putting the lid back on like that will stop me from eating more, but I keep prying it back open for just one more piece. This will not end well.

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