Why oh why can airport convenience stores not sell the unhealthy snacks I want (yet don't want) to eat in a normal, smallish size?
Consumed by my need for something sour, artificial, and chewy, I was basically just forced to buy a pound of Sprees. All of which I will eat prior to landing.
Bona fide cat phreak, bookworm, software nerd with slight anti-social tendencies. Have much experience at developing and nurturing pet peeves (are you clipping your nails? while reading my blog? I can hear that.) and allowing them to flourish and fester away at my soul. It's what I do. I've tried to embrace it since change isn't likely.
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