Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Day 22.

what makes me different

Maybe its my dysfunctional pancreas or my red fro that grows from my head. It could be my crooked toes or my obsession with coca-cola icees and pickles in a bag. Or is it my unnatural love for cupcakes? I don't really know to be honest, I guess that's for everyone else to decide.

So last night was interesting. I was relaxing before bed when I realized I was hungry. I mean really hungry. I thought about what I wanted to eat which happened to be hot dogs. I don't necessarily care for hot dogs but I wanted one last night. I searched the fridge and found that we didn't have hot dogs and nothing else in my house sounded good. I pondered what to do when I finally broke down and went and bought a hot dog at maverick. Yes, I went and bought a hot dog at a gas station at midnight. At least it was in Stansbury and not salt lake!  I decided I wanted to be respectable and change out of my sock monkey pajamas and wear real people clothes. It probably didn't matter since there isn't a way to respectably buy hot dogs in the middle of the night. I also debated on wearing sunglasses but I figured that would be creepy. And I was already pretty creepy for buying a hot dog and Icee at 12:00 am. I embarrass myself.

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