Bored to death yet well you will be...after this

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I got pie, that was the big thing that happened yesterday, besides me getting the internship for Northwest Women’s Magazine, the pie was to celebrate that.It was really good pie the same kind I was gushing over last time. I think it is Maire Calendar or something like that frozen desserts. Nummy Dutch Apple pie.


So I went into Albertsons to get me some pie and found some there was some discounted, because the box was broken from 7 dollars to 4 sweet right the pie was in plastic so it was ok. so I went to the front to check out and told the lady it was discounted she thought I was talking about the Albertsons card thing. So she charged me 7 dollars I got some balls by the time I hit my truck and turned back and went to the customer services desk telling my tale. And the lady sad sorry and gave me the pie along with my money back. This = free pie.

Nothing really going other than that cool story though.

Didn’t get any good sleep yet again and I’m going to keep commenting on this tell something or one helps me.

Going to the tri-cities again this weekend this will be the last time for a while that I can go down cus school is getting me busy.

Yet again if you want to hit techno night at elements with us we will be there tonight.

Shoot I have nothing else to really talk about sorry you guys this one really sucks it might just be because I’m kind of tired or bored as hell well here is a story about my pie finding if you are
really bored it might be fun to read.


The story of pie

Hi I'm Hammy * waves*

(Yes I know I’m breaking the fourth wall for you comic book geeks but o well.)

I got myself an internship with a really great Magazine today and wanted to celebrate so I’m off the local grocery store to me some pie…..and maybe some ice cream to really spoil myself. Plus dad’s buying.

La de da deda I walk in to the store, hi welcome to ________. I walk passed and smiled.

don da don

Upon entering the store I notice nothing out of the usual parents with winy little kids, old people that walk to slow, but something catches my eye in the right side of the store in the produce section I see the produce misters go off spraying nothing but roughen produce.

I walk passed them slowly in suspension of why they were spraying on the produce, that would kill them dead like that.

I don’t touch it but walked faster as to not contaminate myself with the foul smell.

I have an overwhelming feeling that I need to get my pie as fast as I can so that I can get free of this demon hole.

I’m still making my way ‘why does the pie have to be all the way in the back’ I think to myself.

Then suddenly, out of the blue, with no warning I hear a manly scream.

don da don

I run full heartedly to the scream’n man or what I belived was a scream’n man worried that poor person has sarcom to the evil produce misters.

I see some poor thing lay’n on the floor

“hey mister you’ll ok”
…….

“mister” I poke him with a stick

The body roles over and I see the evil that has plagued this store printed on this poor man’s face

don da don

“Oreo’s what the h@#$ I thought some brother was getting shook up.”

I yells

“Na it’s some skinny guy stuff’n his face with Oreos.”

“what the h#@$’s wrong with you man”

I kick the guy for maken me run and mess up my pop and locken outfit.

My foot goes right through the SOB skin and all.
Hi it’s me again Hammy I’ll give you the rest of my story tomorrow if I feel like it and if I get positive responses it so far that means if you read it and liked it and want to hear more than
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See told you I was bored

Today’s Totd.

Hugs………………………

Up until my second year at college I really didn’t like being touched by anyone not my family boyfriends best friends none. Even when I was a little squishy thing I cried every time someone picked me up. So when ever family would visit or even saying goodbyes at my high school graduation I cringed at the feel of being hugged. But know for some weird resign I’m slightly over it not fully but just a little I can stand it when my friends leg touches mine and when my Ryan hugs me I like that a lot. He is a good hugger. So I’m getting better.