i went to mcdonalds for dinner. i had to park down the block from my house to eat, because i couldn't walk into the house with a burger. not on the 1976th anniversary of His death.
i wish i could hide in one of those eggs that the kids don't find. just for sunday. then on monday, i'd pop out again and resume my daily activities.
I feel this way about holidays too. Yucky.
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