I like the new Battlestar Galactica.
I tried to get the title to my Dad's trooper in my name today, and it did not work.
I had Sonic for lunch. My chili fries tasted of unrealized potential, and my burger was a metaphor for crushed dreams.
I am poor.
I like puppies.
I think haiku is difficult.
Yeah.
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Huzzah for Battlestar Galactica and puppies! Booo for all the other stuff! I'm not sure what I'm supposed to think of the chili fries...
you're burger tasted like hopelessness? eww. or yum. if you're evil.
Cainnum brings up a good point. Was the burger a metaphor of the burger crushing your dreams, the burger empowering you to crush others dreams, others crushing your dreams via the burger, or (if possible) you/others crushing the burger's dreams? Or are we talking way more metaphorical? Perhaps neither you nor the burger was included in the metaphor, and the burger merely abstractly represented others dreams being crushed. Was there imagery involved? This whole concept is truely fascinating...in a odd sort of way. You should become a poet. Okay, stop looking at me like that. *raises hands to block the DAVID GLARE* I'll stop typing.
Sometimes the people I know make my brain hurt.
When you think about it chili fries really *are* unrealized potential in that chemical/energy sense.
They're just waiting around to become explosive gasses.
LOL! Veronica made a smart fart joke! It's high meets low, boys and girls! Genius!
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