Okay. I'm officially too old for 3 days of DMB at the Gorge. By Sunday my body tried to rebel and force me never to get up again. After 2 days of being in the sun, standing and walking around at a concert, waking up to bloody marys and . . . other things (my peanut butter & chocolate chip cookies were a huge hit, I might add) . . . I'd had enough.
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So there I am, innocently walking back from the post office with my iPod on, when someone says "maybe to you they do." I pause, confused. It sounded like it was aimed at me. I realize it was one of the many annoying street kids (my ability to be sympathetic in regards to many of them has diminished exponentially in my four years of being forced to
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Since trying on dresses for my friend's wedding has proved incredibly depressing, I figured I'd upload some furbaby pictures in an attempt to life the mood.