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The Random

A few pics from the past week and then some. The quesadilla was probably the last meal I made before my stomach screamed, “ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING WHOLE-GRAIN-WHEAT EVERYTHING!” which is why I splurged the next day and ate some of the worst food I could eat – lemon pepper/garlic parm/spicy buffalo wings, fries, and homemade potato chips. Yeah, I felt like an asshole. Anyway, it’s Thursday, it’s Thursday tomorrow will be Friday lol. Yah, I just did that. One more day folks, let’s keep it movin! #gallery-3588-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-3588-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-3588-2 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-3588-2 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

And just because this song is stuck in (my head at) the moment …

“See we’re both fighting every inch of our fiber, ‘Cuz ain’t no way it’s gonna end right but, we are both too foolish to stop, Now you don’t wanna let go, and I don’t wanna let you know That there might be something real between us two, who knew? And we don’t wanna fall, but we’re trippin in our hearts, And it’s reckless and clumsy ‘cuz I know you can’t love me …”
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