So today at work we watched The Never Ending Story. A classic. I was telling Julie how when I was a kid whenever the rock-biter would earn his name (by biting rocks) it actually made rocks look tasty to me. They looked crunchy and crumbly.
It kind of reminds me of when I drink tea. I like almost every kind of tea, and I never add cream or sugar because I like to pretend it's a potion with some sort of mystical powers.
Today after work I came home and looked in my fridge, and even though I'd just gone shopping and it was full with goodness, all I could think was "Damn, no rocks."
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