I almost got run over today. I was so excited about getting some pastry that I just flung open the door to my work van and sprinted across the street, ignoring all the oncoming cars. I pissed off a few people, but at the time nothing else mattered. At that moment, they could all not die fast enough for me. I just wanted some delicious Italian pastries. I got some nice goodies, I was even thoughtful enough to get some to bring home to my loving family. Of course when I got back in the van I ate the entire bag. I was eating so fast that I started to choke because I was inhaling the powdered sugar off of the desserts as I put them into my mouth. My crazy cousin wouldn't try any, he said he didn't eat sweets. It made me want to smash his face in.
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