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I want shrimp cocktail. Or an avocado. That’s all that sounds good to me, and I flat-out resent that neither can be found within the confines of my apartment.

I put a pot on the oven for spaghetti. I’m not quite sure what kind of sauce I’ll do just yet, but I’m sure I’ll make it feel inadequate and small. Because no matter how good it is I’m still going to ask, “Why can’t you be more like shrimp cocktail?”

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3 responses to this post.

  1. I had dinner at Eatzi’s last night. I had shrimp cocktail. I felt like I had to. God, it was good.
    I wouldn’t mind right now a nice piece of bread and some butter.

    Reply

  2. I had dinner at Eatzi’s last night. I had shrimp cocktail. I felt like I had to. God, it was good.
    I wouldn’t mind right now a nice piece of bread and some butter.

    Reply

  3. I had dinner at Eatzi’s last night. I had shrimp cocktail. I felt like I had to. God, it was good.
    I wouldn’t mind right now a nice piece of bread and some butter.

    Reply

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