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Oh the joys of summer dieting….. said absolutely no one ever. The fact that last years shorts could easily be mistaken for a bikini bottom due to the increase in size of my tail wagon is not helping my current situation in any way, shape or form. If there was a non invasive method for stomach […]
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When you get sick for the umpteenth time in less than a month, let alone early summer, you realize that maybe your life has taken a turn for the worse and you should probably just casually walk in front of the first moving vehicle that is headed in your direction because the thought of being bedridden, […]
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Much similar to the last time I was sick (read here) my inner hypochondriac decided to show face this weekend when body chills followed by aches and pains (mostly stomach pains because I tried convincing myself I was not hungry) decided to invade my personal space and leave me bedridden while I anxiously awaited for […]
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This bowl is everything I am wanting to be on this Sunday evening, drunken//drunk. Keyword, wanting. Meaning, I am very much not, but it would be a lot cooler if i was (actually probably not at all). According to my google skillz, rumor has it that Drunken Noodles were named after someone who drunkingly stumbled home and […]
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I’ve got a thing for ‘taters. More specifically tots. And I also really love this scene in Napoleon Dynamite, which I am pretty sure increased tater tot sales by…. oh I don’t know…. 500000 percent. Or more. Definitely more. And if that left you numb, then I’m #sorrynotsorry. But I also love hasselback potatoes. They […]
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Cinco De Drinko, is what the better half of my life referred to this Holiday as. Formerly known as the Golden Age. (Neither golden, nor an age, discuss). The days where you could eat and drink whatever you please and wake up knowing that a Frank White was in your near future to clear […]
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I was looking pretty rough yesterday after a long weekend of obviously drinking a ton of water and green juice, that I decided to take my unfortunately pale body with day old mascara for a nice jog through the park. And being the Jersey girl that I am, there is nothing that a little GTL can’t fix. Everything […]
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I’m in the middle of a move and I seriously wish someone would flatten me like a pancake or Mike Tyson me out cold. All I want to do is crawl into a dark space with an IV drip of Tim Smiths finest until this whole thing is over with and then have prince charming banana bag me […]