sometimes...

...I feel like an Oreo doublestuffed with awkward. The worst part about being said Oreo is that I can't enjoy it. I mean, I suppose I could try to lick my Oreo elbow, but I've never been successful at that. Sigh. What's an Oreo-lover to do when she can't even enjoy herself?

(This is where I should insert something random like, "Attack all of the other awkward Oreos!" or "Become another awkward Oreo's friend!" But no, I think I'll sit here in an awkward silence and enjoy my own smell and revel in my sheer awkwardness.)

Sigh. I like Oreos.

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