i love icecream.

have i said i love ice cream?
yup, i believe i have.

i love ice cream! *squeaks* i LOVE ice cream. it's not a proclamation, it's a compulsion to announce to the world, at the risk of sounding like a totally lifeless retard with nothing better to do with her life than consume cold confectionaries.

especially cookies and cream ice cream.

yum.

at this point in time, i believe it's customary and an obligation to bring out photos of my stuffing my oral orifice with chilled milk and cookies bits... but unfortunately i am usually, no, make that habitually and unimpeachably (new word in my vocab!!! excited.), preoccupied with the acutal ritual of consumption that i fail to notice that my bodily existence consists of anything more than 2 arms, an attached spoon, a tub of ice cream, and a mouth. yup. so i forget that cameras exist, too.

anyway, i think we're all supposed to be like this huge amorphous mass of boing!boing! protoplasm in heaven (without the body bits, the clothes bits -HARHARHAR! take that, u LV and gucci maniacs- and the other wordly bits) so doesn't matter if i practise dissociating from the physical me now, i guess :D

and ice cream makes me happy. very happy.

haha.

grrr dun understand why this download is taking so long. (i'm trying to print the church camp booklets.)

i am going to get myself some ice cream! so that i feel better about waiting while my ass coagulates into fatty blobs.

tata!