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I hate literacy.

Tonight was Literacy Night at Queenie’s school. We decided to go, despite the fact that it ran an hour past the kids’ bedtime. Hell. Literacy can bite my ass. Today had everything but the blood.

On another note, pie.


You Are Mud Pie


You’re the perfect combo of flavor and depth.
You are overpowering and dominant - and that’s what people like about you.
You bring energy and a new direction to most interactions.
People crave you in a serious way. You’re that important to them.

Those who like you give into their impulses.
You don’t represent reason. You represent pure temptation.
People get addicted to you rather easily.
You offer people a dark side that is very hard to resist.

FREEBIE OF THE DAY:What I could use right now is a free glass of wine. What I can get is free alcohol bottle labels, perect for Christmas gift giving.

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3 Responses to “I hate literacy.”

  1. Karinda Says:

    Hey There. Love the pie! I should go take the pie test. The crappy part of that is that last time I took one of those it was a “What kind of drink are you?” test. IT WAS SO DEPRESSING!!! I swear I am so freakin’ responsible it might as well have said, “You are too boring to contemplate adding alcohol to, you are simply juice, the kind that the cheap moms make with 2 times the recommended amount of water.”
    I read in Baz’s blog that I should contact you??? WUZ UP!!??!!

  2. admin Says:

    :lol

    I don’t know what baz is referring to there? we’ll have to hound her for an explanation.

  3. The Sister Says:

    I am pumpkin pie! This is ironic since I detest pumpking pie….

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