rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Yes, We Have No Oranges

I'm out of oranges. I woke up, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and discovered the space where oranges belong to be bare. I was sure there would be oranges. There are none. For the first time in years, no orange for breakfast. How could this happen? How can such a thing be? And, to add insult to injury, there are lemons! Two lemons, flaunting their sourness at me from the spot next to that which ought to be occupied by oranges. Smug little bastards. Odious, inedible citrus. I'm inconsolable.

It's raining today, though. That's nice. Maybe I'll make some Mandarin Orange Spice Tea.

OK, I can be consoled a little bit. But I still intend to mope.
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