She’s got the kind of love I need The kind that’s never good on me

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i look like a hay mess beauty queen. famous farmer’s daughter. i need moroccan oil.

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we begin with omg i look like my mother mirror self portraits. i look like a sassy tracey. wicked! take it as a compliment mom.

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and now i look like angelina jolie on a ugh i cannot finish this joke.

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and now i look like a potato.

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i love their wild couches it’s so, what? am i upstairs at livingwelle on lesbo bingo night?

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dangerous little snack bowls.

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simple and plain, tidy and boring.

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globbed on tons of body butter.

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long ass beasts. my minxologist has reminded me it’s time for another minxing. i’m going to get jacked on coffee and go through decals after this post.

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thunder and romaine salad. i will also drag up a photo of the salad from 4 years ago. maybe 5 years ago. see how i get obsessed about things?

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quiet night.

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elegant.

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i had a 1/4 section. when in rome.

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tsk tsk.

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i had the pickerel. only because i caught my own once, killed, gutted and cleaned it myself.

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pre-dessert dessert. complimentary. the chef came out took a shine to me. don’t they all. wink.

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did i mention that the chef was also tim burton beetlejuice-era?

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i massacred mine.

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we were having the prix fixe menu, i chose the vanilla crem brulee. i picked at it.

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bailey’s cheesecake. i nicked the chocolate diamond. it was paper thin and i could see my reflection on the other half’s surface.

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and the lobster in his risotto can be tracked back to nova scotia probably from there but if one of you feels like seeing the adventure journey of something in my stomach on this rainy afternoon, go for it.

this post ended up being shorter than i thought and therefore more boring. meh. suicide saturdays game on!