I could get mushy and wax poetically or dig deep and start some philosophical discussion about how we should be grateful every day. But I won't. Well, ok, maybe a little. I mean I have a lot of messed of crap that floats around and around my head. I need a place to write it. I don't know who reads but I think I might love you and that freaks me out a little bit. Because seriously who would choose to voluntarily READ the crazy shit that pours out of my mouth some days. Apparently though you do and for that I'm thankful.
Now go make a turkey sandwich. You know you want one.
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