05 May 2006

I hate ice cream cones.

I am ice cream cone retarded. I admit it. They are too skinny and lean one direction or the other. I have tried several methods of creation: looking at the ice cream as it descends from the machine, the "blop-blop" method - but it's all done in vain. I am an ice cream cone idiot. And I'm okay with that. But my parents aren't. Apparently, when you own an ice cream store you can't have a daughter that can't produce perfect looking ice cream cones. So now I have another source of stress in my life. I have yet to produce children (offense number one) and I have yet to produce a sell-able ice cream cone. Perhaps if I pushed out some puppies they'd forget about the ice cream? I doubt it.

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