this is what happens when one strays from nyc. your pizza-quotient just takes a nosedive...
those prunes will come back to haunt you later
Ry Ry, i haven"t seen a ricecake in two years since i was in Nyc. It made me laugh and brought back memories of my own ricecake days with peanut butter and grape jelly.heh, cute sigh there at the end.
I am way ahead of you, Ryanne. I find myself doing things all the time that remind me of my parents. Most of the time I find it spooky and disturbing but occasionally it is comforting.Years of conflict and identity separation have brought me back to my genetic roots.
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