the saddest part about having no friends...

On the weekends I go to the mall because that's where the Indonesians hide their groceries and their English books. When I go there I pass a creperie called "D'Crepes" and every time I think, "Oh man, that place gives me d'crepes." But alas, no one ever chuckles. Except me. And then everyone looks. Sigh.