that i have green apple twists (like red vines, you know, but … not red) in my desk drawer. every time i open that drawer, i’m mildly pleasantly surprised by the rediscovery.
sometimes it rocks being an airhead.
By lizard on November 19, 2002
that i have green apple twists (like red vines, you know, but … not red) in my desk drawer. every time i open that drawer, i’m mildly pleasantly surprised by the rediscovery.
sometimes it rocks being an airhead.
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(Only one little teeny, tiny problem: You’re not an airhead. Nope, not, no way, uh-uh…
You’re not an airhead. An airhead would never have figured out ho or took the time to put more features and gadgets and doodads on their webpage than any ten other combined! I think you’re a genius.
I meant “how” not “ho”. See, I’m the airhead, I can’tnt evn spelll.
i’m not sure i’m an actual genius, but i don’t think that genius and airhead are mutually exclusive
i can survive on redvines and diet coke for days. aye ahm a guhd spellur two.
the green apple ones are sooo interesting. and you can’t eat the whole one pound package at once, they’re too intense, so they last longer than those red ones.
I’m agreeing with the other folk. You’re not an airhead, but you are a genious. And so, in your state of geniousness you can’t be troubled with airheady things like green apple twists in your drawer. So, when you open the drawer, you are simply suprised with the little, uncomplicated things of life…
Yeah.
thing I love about being blonde is that short-term memory problem – everything is always new and different *snort*