Is it just me, or does food always taste better when you eat it while sitting on the roof of a building? My grandma got me a Chocolate Sunday from Reneger's today while I was at work. Carl threatened to eat it when it started melting so i did the mature thing and stuck my tongue out at him...that jerk. He told me he dropped it before he gave it to me and I almost cried. I haven't had ice cream in a long time, you see. It was a good thing he was lying. Anyway, instead of eating with them on the porch, I was anti-social and stayed on the roof (where I had been working) and sat among the paint chips listening to Heat of the Moment by Asia. I didn't care that I got tons of brain freezes...it was some of the best ice cream I've ever tasted!
Yuuuummmmmm ;P
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