Days of meaningless grey thought and depressed groceries. I
stare at the pickles in the icebox. I hate pickles. If the mayonnaise would
murder them, then I’d be less inclined to think of him as a coward. And,
hotdogs are just like 10th Avenue w****s: cheap, but deadly. Once, I
had roast beef right there; that expensive pinkish s**t with the monster pig head picture
on the front; that was nice. So was going to work everyday and owning a functional car. My
fridge seems sad. It matches the rest of my home perfectly. This may effect my vote next year. Though, I'm almost sure that my vote won't effect anything. B*****d pickles!