I love them dearly. The sweet chocolate, the hard candy shell, the salty peanut butter. Heaven. I hate that they call out to me at 2 am and beg to come eat just a few. Okay, I'm not that bad yet. But they are a weakness for me. I know I shouldn't eat them, not if I want to actually lose some of the weight that I so desperately need to lose. Tragically, I also have a weird quirk I have to eat stuff like this in pairs. Crackers, cookies, M & M's, it doesn't matter what it is, I have to eat it in pairs. Or else, (are you ready for this?) my mouth feels uneven. And I'll wander around for hours feeling like that until I finally give in and go even it out. Even if I've already had 73 cookies, I have to go have one more just to even it out. Then I feel slightly off balance cause it's been so long since I had the 73rd one and have to have another. It's a sickness. Miss Goofy says I really need help. She may be right, I've listened to Get Drunk and Be Somebody 14 times today and I'm thinking I can't listen to it 15 times, then my ears might feel uneven.
Send help. Please. Send them soon. Miss Goofy begs you.
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You know, I sometimes wondered if the writers for Monk secretely listen to our thoughts. Now I know that they do. I'm not sure who to call, the FBI of a sanitarium...
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