Shit. Shit. Shit. I should really be a good girl and get to work on this time sensitive crap. But can't! I went to yoga from 7-8 and then came home and stuffed my pie hole. And now I feel like a sloth. I'm so goddamn lazy that I don't have the motivation to upload my digital camera pics.
I want to get my drink on. Fuck me. I have shit to do. Why fight the inner slacker?
After much deliberation -- Peace Out & Cheers!
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