Thursday, November 17, 2011

I do bad things.

Tonight I am reading poems about taxidermy, poison, and feral children. Unless I change my mind and decide to read poems about wicked robots. That could happen.

Also: I just heated up some leftover gravy and poured it over texas toast. I'm sure that wasn't particularly good for the cardiovascular system and whatnot. I don't care.

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