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:: Sunday, March 30, 2003 ::
:: 1:23 AM :: 0 comments ::a wise smoking man once said....
life is like a box of chocolates.
a cheap thoughtess perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates.
So you're stuck with this undefineable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to do...and sure, once in awhile there's a peanut butter cup or an english toffee, but they're gone too fast, the taste is...fleeting...they end up nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts...
if you're desparate enough to eat those, all you have left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
(found this on an old server backup tonight while looking for eJeff's character files)
-J
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