I just finishing chomping down the stalky, fibrous, chewy goodness of the entire core of a pineapple. I threw in some sweet, delicious pieces just for kicks. Goodness knows this imaginary-baby-that-I've-given-up-hope-on-having-this-cycle needs to implant.
Sadly, I would eat the entire spiny and spiky outside of a pineapple if it would JUST give me a baby. Oh screw it. Guess I should add that pineapple with some coconut and just have a pina colada. Lord knows I need it, but my imaginary-baby-that-I've-given-up-hope-on-having-this-cycle doesn't really need any liquor right now.
Oh well . . . at least one thing stays the same . . . I'm a complete & total, certifiable nut job.
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But your MY nut job, and I love you just the way you are.
Tell Erin she needs to share. ;)
I know you're not in the best place right now. How did Erin put it? Sunshine and rainbows? BUT. I'm glad to see that your sense of humor is intact.
Holding onto hope for you, my dear.
I've done that so many times and thought about adding some liquor too. ::sigh::
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