A COMPLAINT, A DESIRE
It's not for fame, or just because I'm vain: I do it for the Craft Services. But when they're less-than-thrilling, I find myself unwilling: to keep my complaining to myself. All I want is to be fed, given my daily bread: but if it's just bread I'll say harumph. I'm a spoiled little lass, I can't help it, but, alas: I should shut up and take what I can get.
Also: I want to eat 1000 meals with her.
Also: I want to eat 1000 meals with her.
posted by Megan at 11:27 AM
1 Comments:
She's so cool. If you get a date with her, can I come too? I promise to behave.
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