ohh, do not fret, my dear. there will be pie, celebratory pie, and lots of it. although!, do not talk shit about tartes!, for they are made of pure joy and butter. can't really be called pies, though, that's true. I plan on going to the fancy restaurant that has pie of the week, which is always delightful, although nothing will ever top the dutch apple pumpkin they had in october. best pie ever. ...obviously I am quite excited about this.
I am not talking shit about tartes! They are elegant and wonderful, but they're not sheer gluttonous goodness like American pie. I'm just saying.
Enjoy your pie! I will be moping. The universe owes me a good number of kisses and it is not forthcoming, plus we keep making ourselves miserable rewatching all the kisses on Green Wing. Never let it be said that I'm not self-destructive in tiny, fairly harmless ways.
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Enjoy your pie! I will be moping. The universe owes me a good number of kisses and it is not forthcoming, plus we keep making ourselves miserable rewatching all the kisses on Green Wing. Never let it be said that I'm not self-destructive in tiny, fairly harmless ways.
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