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What is it with jackasses who feel like they have to educate you on how foods you totally dig are actually created — in a way to turn you off? Like, fine, yo , you don’t like blue cheese, but the fact that the blue comes from fly poop only makes me like it more.
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Ok so, I’m probably just being paranoid, but here’s what I’m feeling right now:
- horrid headache. Staring at computer all day isn’t helping (editing photos, etc). It’s pretty bad though
- coughing. When I cough, the after effect is really stingy, but then it goes away. I swallow ok, just tastes mucusy, but oy does the cough hurt
- Oh yeah, my headache is definitely making my teeth hurt
- no appetite, YAY! However, I did have a DaqQuilfor breakfast and that usually takes my hunger away
- It feels like I have hip dysplasia like a Labrador. I can’t seem to get comfy on the couch.
- I’m cold, but this isn’t totally unusual.
I’ll let you know what happens. I’m SOL anyway if I get the oinky because I don’t have health insurance yet. Stop gasping, corporate america, I know it’s shocking that yes I work full time but I don’t have health insurance. Yes my company offers it, no I sure as hell can’t afford 400-500 bucks a month.
Thank you.
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let’s see if this poor guy falls victim to my brown thumb

meager beginnings:

growing! Not dying!

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Who said life is an uphill battle? Was it Caligula?
I swear there are days, no no, weeks when I just start to feel like I’m about to make the summit, I can feel the burn in the backs of my legs starting to fade and actually make me feel stronger, and then BAM! A drunk hang glider crashes into my face and I’m back at the bottom of the mountain. I know a lot of you are going through much worse – with illness and health struggles in your very close families, so my woe is more like whine. But it’s disheartening. It’s hard to keep faith in yourself and believe “you can do eet!” when you (I) either self sabotage or simply get stomped on for oh hell, I don’t know.
Just man, today I’m feeling so beat down. I should have a huge Charlie Brown head on or Eyeore’s face and shake my chubby fists at the sky hooting “CAN’T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!”
Where anything = live, work, eat, write, talk, etc
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Docks behind the stage for the Steve Miller show on Soloman’s Island. It rained and lightninged like a bitch, but the crowd never diminished and the show was pitch perfect.

The next day I convinced the boy to travel to Hampden, MD, home of Honfest, Cafe Hon, weirdos, and oddballs. Also, fantastic boutiques full of wantables like this war helmet nut eye turtle. I WANT.
I HAD to have a Bloody Mary. And, of course, they sprinkled it with Old Bay. They put Old Bay on everything. Please do note the oddly shaped rear end in the rearground. How does a butt look like that?
You know what goes great with a Bloody Mary? Gravy. Cheese. Fries.
And the reason we were in MD? The boy’s sister made us all proud and completed the Columbia Iron Girl Triathlon. Unbelievable, I don’t know how she did it! Very inspiring, seriously. you know who else did it? Charm City Kim! It was so fun to see her if only briefly. NEXT TIME we are hanging out and acting like idiots.
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You know that phrase “don’t look at gift horse in the mouth”? You probably don’t want to look in his butt, either. you know, if you’re taking notes.
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