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Just Because
March 22, 2007There are days when I get it real bad for bread. The smell of it, the doughy consistency of it, the crunch when you bite into its crusty exterior and the pillowy softness of its insides.
I bought a big loaf of freshly baked french bread (still warm in its brown paper bag) and one lemon pepper rotisserie chicken. I took out my bread knife and tried to cut the bread into pieces but I ended up tearing big chunks of it instead and stuffing my mouth with its crusty goodness. And in between, I hacked away ample pieces of the chicken and let the tasty and moist meat dance in my tongue. Just because I felt like chicken and bread today.
Mr. Butler Is Everywhere
On a lighter note, I saw somebody today that totally reminded me of Gerald Butler (or is my mind just tricking me into thinking it?).
Gawd, I have to see him again. Tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow.
At the gym.


