cinnanananamon
The cold, or whatever it is, I think has managed to get into my head a bit, and is making me a bit woozy and weird. I'll stop complaining.
I made tea, apple cinnamon. It's good.
Okay, so, there I was, just now, I couldn't spell cinnamon, so I decided to go check in a dictionary, and I swear to god, I actually entered "dictionary" into the dictionary.
Either way, the tea is good, not tasting like shit, or really weak, it's good. I got a little squeezy thing of honey, and the tea bags, and a little plug in kettle, so I just have to walk into my downstairs kitchen to make tea, instead of going upstairs. If tea was cool, tea could be made in the coffee maker, and then all I would have to do, is turn around on my chair to make tea. Fuck tea.
Blah, my head is feeling all funny and shit, time to stop writing.
I made tea, apple cinnamon. It's good.
Okay, so, there I was, just now, I couldn't spell cinnamon, so I decided to go check in a dictionary, and I swear to god, I actually entered "dictionary" into the dictionary.
Either way, the tea is good, not tasting like shit, or really weak, it's good. I got a little squeezy thing of honey, and the tea bags, and a little plug in kettle, so I just have to walk into my downstairs kitchen to make tea, instead of going upstairs. If tea was cool, tea could be made in the coffee maker, and then all I would have to do, is turn around on my chair to make tea. Fuck tea.
Blah, my head is feeling all funny and shit, time to stop writing.
