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i'm back, i smell like meat and cleaning chemicals, and I'm making bad decisions all over again.
I should fucking license this shit.
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I got a squeaky Venus de Milo in my stocking.
This is my 200th photo in this Flickr account, so I have to either start a new one, start hosting photos somewhere else (picasa, LJ Scrapbook), or pony up $25 for a year of FlickrPro.
I'm just impressed with myself that I did anything for 200 consecutive days, other than necessary life functions.
I'm trying to explain to Charlene that she really can't have any food or water, not even water from the tree (it almost led to an unfortunate crushing of my brother when she tried), because she's gettin' her baby makin' parts taken out tomorrow. I don't think it's getting through. Well, it's probably getting through, I just don't think she cares.
I went out early for Boxing Day bargain shopping yesterday, then drove back down to the beach. I was tired as all get out, but absolutely needed to walk on the beach for a bit. Found this then. Hoping to find usable little treasures when I pop each compartment open.
...I don't know what is.