Sometimes I eat lots of food at work. Then life is good because I'm not dysfunctional. Then I come home and make dinner and get the dishes done, and life is even better. And I get my minimum six hugs, and acupuncture, and I accomplish the recycling, and I don't go on any dates, and my phone doesn't die, and I don't bleed too much from my leprosy, and I don't feel like murdering people, and I eat fresh tomatoes, and life is just beautiful. Then roommate (not the porn star one) make chocolate covered strawberries, and I get my life in order and clean my room. And even though I'm not going to California, I'm happy. And I like you :)
I hope your day was as good as mine. Better, because I particularly like you at the moment (kissy face).
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