tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176914982011-04-21T17:44:32.236-07:00Smoked Turkey Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12459229457154814426noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17691498.post-1129914503631966472005-10-21T10:05:00.000-07:002005-10-21T10:08:23.640-07:00See? What did I tell you?<br /><br />Sorry, I'll try to be better. It's been a crazy week. Or two weeks. I don't even know anymore.<br /><br />My mom is sick, and it's gotten me thinking a lot about life and death. Where do we go when we die? The stomach, yes, but what after that? Yes, I know what after that, but I mean for the soul? Does a sandwich have a soul? I don't know, but let me ask you this: If a sandwich didn't have a soul, could a sandwich have a journal?<br /><br />Which came first, the soul or the journal? Or even better: which came first, the chicken-salad sandwich or the egg-salad sandwich.<br /><br />It's corny, but I love that joke ;)<br />sts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17691498-112991450363196647?l=smokedturkeysandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Smoked Turkey Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12459229457154814426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17691498.post-1128970970256756412005-10-09T20:19:00.000-07:002005-10-10T12:02:50.260-07:00My therapist recommended having someplace that I could record my thoughts. Something just for me, a refuge. So...is this going to work? Who knows. I've tried to keep journals in the past and it's never worked, so I can't say that I have a lot of faith in this. But he really seems to think it's a good idea (my therapist is a he. For the sake of this let's just call him Jack B.)<br /><br />I guess eventually maybe I'll get the hang of writing in here more often, but for now can I just say that it crapping sucks being a Smoked Turkey Sandwich sometimes, I don't care what anyone says about being the best kind of turkey or the world of topping options. Because guess what, in the end you're still just a goddarn sandwich. Do you want to know what I think about, late at night, when I can't fall asleep? Having legs.<br /><br />Chew on that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17691498-112897097025675641?l=smokedturkeysandwich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Smoked Turkey Sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12459229457154814426noreply@blogger.com0