It's nothing spectacular, but Katie and I just picked up some candies from the bulk food aisle at Tops. It reminded me a little bit of what it was like to be a kid, being told that I could pick out any one candy I wanted, one pound, and no matter what it was, my parents would get it.
That was fine and dandy, until I realized I could just nab the most expensive shit in the aisle to drive my mother up a wall. Then, it wasn't cool anymore; it was just cause for mom to start throwing cans of soup at my head.
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