This year- Day one hundred and twenty. (pie)
2009-10-27/1:46 a.m.

i made a pie because i wanted to eat some pie.

The other day I really wanted pumpkin pie but I didn't have any. Baskin Robbins seems to be keeping pumpkin ice cream from me (and the world at large) this year so I bit the bullet and made myself a pie and ate it with some whipped cream.

It was delicious. And just what I wanted.

I made it last all week because I can apparently not be a disgusting glutton every now and then. Who knew!

Now I have no more pie and my life is that much emptier because of it.


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