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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Muffin Bastard

Every day I wake up and go to work.  It's hard.  Another day of this, of this silliness!  Why do I do it?  Before entering my place of business, I stop at a cafe and get coffee and a muffin, and it's the only thing that gets me through my work day and therefore my life.  I devour my muffin, suck its textures and flavors and crumbs, caress its sweet mountains of sugar and flour and butter.  I like corn, corn muffins.  I'm a muffin bastard.