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I just had one of those Miranda moments, where I'm all alone in my apartment as is the custom, and I almost choke on my sandwich, and I realize that if people had to come find my dead body in here, all munched on by Iodine, how UTTERLY FUCKING EMBARRASSING that would be because i am not in my frilliest of frocks and my pits stink and my hair is greasy and my apartment is messy and there's probably porn in the VCR or some shit and all sorts of TRL and Buffy on the TiVo and there is no one here to heimlich me and get the sandwich out of my windpipe because no one loves me and what an anticlimactic end to my life. But i coughed it out. If you're interested in choking on your sandwich too, listen to this. Thunk at 12:31 PM
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