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| seeing this face... |
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| precludes seeing this mess (side note: really, Lucy? corn meal?) |
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| my nephew Grey graduated kindergarten |
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| my niece Neve's fantastic hair |
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| who doesn't want to ride the Du Du Train? |
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| new jobbing, ie: marketing! |
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| the view from my office, and the creepy picture my boss gave me |
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| This. This is a face you can trust. #supBaltimore |
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| fighters |
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| PLEASE DON'T EAT ME |
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| NO CAN DO, CRAB. |
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| natty Pro, ie. Premium National Bohemian |
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| my home girls Cindy and Scott |
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| Neve, teh serious one |
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| poke cake: delicious as hell |
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| mosquito bites are a sonnnnnofabitch |
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| "no body likes us, every body hates us" |
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| so sad, you sad basset. |
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| we took mom to Art & Soul for her an early birthday present |
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| where I ate chicken & waffles like a champion |
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| my mom's parents (front) doing it up, Madmen style |
Also:
Prometheus: more like,
Pro-NO-theus. I can't even begin to describe how disappointed I was. Except for Michael Fassbender. Oh yes. Michael Fassbender.
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| mmmmhmmm |
yay, last week is over. Thank gods.
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