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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

GoldFish Cracker

Every single time I get on an airplane, I am convinced it will crash, but I am equally as sure that I will somehow survive... and since Lost, I now scan the other passengers and imagine who I'd like to hang out with should we end up on a deserted island.

On one of my trips, the one girl who I decided would be my new best pal ended up being the very person to sit smack beside me.

When she offered me some of her goldfish crackers with a friendly smile, I got a little concerned... I figured it was a sign... but, thankfully that wasn't the case.

Sometimes a goldfish cracker is just a goldfish cracker.

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