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May. 23rd, 2006 06:37 pmThis morning on my way to work I saw a truck that said 'cakes for connoisseurs' on the side. But it was in the ridiculously curly writing that is evidently associated with connoisseurs in the collective unconscious.
This meant that I read 'cakes for communism.'
Which would totally be a funky political movement.
Work is draining all capacity for creative thought. I'm tired all the time, and it's making me sulky, so I'm gonna make chocolate brownies.
It seems like a fair trade-off.
This meant that I read 'cakes for communism.'
Which would totally be a funky political movement.
Work is draining all capacity for creative thought. I'm tired all the time, and it's making me sulky, so I'm gonna make chocolate brownies.
It seems like a fair trade-off.