My dad, walking into the kitchen, thinking I'm making key lime pies:
Mmm, whatever's cooking in here smells real good!
Me, pulling a tortilla with turkey and cheese on it out the oven:
Actually, that's my supper.
Dad:
...oh
Me:
yeah we ran out of fajita meat
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
