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I'm Andrea, 20, from Minnesota. I love fall out boy, cats, rats, Costa Rica, ΓΣΣ, drawing, parties, concerts, hoodies and sweaters, college, the color orange, sandwiches from erbert's and gerbert's, coffee and tea, reading, postcards, cuddling, photobooth pictures, rope lights, winter, sunday comics, all time low, stillwater MN, chapstick, nail polish, room spray, the ocean, traveling, and my best friends.


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Last night a couple bought some salty licorice and tried a piece before they left the store and hated it (“hmm, ew, it’s strong. Too salty.” what in the world did you EXPECT asking for the salty licorice), so I let them exchange it for the same amount of a regular black licorice. I hate licorice but kept the bag cause I don’t like wasting stuff. But since I’m sick things taste weird and I’m nomming on it now. Not even bad when you can hardly taste it! I feel so gross cause I know I should hate it but I don’t.

Last night a couple bought some salty licorice and tried a piece before they left the store and hated it (“hmm, ew, it’s strong. Too salty.” what in the world did you EXPECT asking for the salty licorice), so I let them exchange it for the same amount of a regular black licorice. I hate licorice but kept the bag cause I don’t like wasting stuff. But since I’m sick things taste weird and I’m nomming on it now. Not even bad when you can hardly taste it! I feel so gross cause I know I should hate it but I don’t.

  12:23 pm  |   February 15 2012  

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