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friday post #2: okay... i had the worst tuna "salad" sandwich i've ever had in my life for lunch. it was so bad, i didn't finish it, opting instead for the tabouleh salad side and a bag of potato chips. so imagine my horror when I dislodge something from my molar that doesn't feel quite right, scoop it out of my mouth with a fingertip - and i feel at this point i should probably warn you this post probably, nay, surely, borders on tmi* - and then have the following conversation with myself: that looks like...ew. i don't want to-- but it looks like it. it can't be; they wear gloves. they don't wear gloves when they make the tuna "salad," now do they? i don't know; i mean, they might, and that's really, really gross - i really don't want to think about it. well, it's got the texture. okay, now i want to hurl; seriously, ew. i don't want to know - just get rid of it. this last bit is accompanied by wrapping it up in a piece of napkin as tightly as possible and then disposing of said napkin in my potato chip bag. wait! i had chips! that MUST be it. it's a piece of chip. it's the eye of the potato. oh, thank GOD. it's not a scab! yeah. did i mention the autopsy photos have been the bright spot of my day? now, if you will excuse me, i'm going to go sit in the corner and wimper while i eat my gummi bears. po, * actually, borders hell; it swandives right over the edge copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
you want a gummi bear? they've been in my pocket. they're real warm and soft.
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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