today I saw a lady puke on the subway. fortunately it was on the floor, not projectile vomiting, so there is some justice in the world but I still had 2 stops to go in the bright cheerful company of a pile of yellowish vomit. everyone started reflexively rubbing their hands together and making faces. I just started worrying that it would someone roll backwards and get on my shoes. not that my shoes were so precious, I just hate vomit. and usually I'm a sympathy ralpher.
to contrast this horrible news, I will now reveal that I am making cinnamon cookies. I have big big big trouble spelling the word cinnamon. cinnamin cinnemon cinneman cinnoman. I had to google it just now to make sure I was spelling it right.
"oh my god girl it is cold at night," and I am listening to christmas music.
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