valentine's cookies. i know. valentine's day is over. but in our hearts, love always... aww crap. okay. it's over, but i forgot to show you this snapshot. i got to help make cookies at the bakery. where i work. yes, it is too work. sort of.
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wow. so we made it here. portland. the land of competitive recycling and freakishly high voter registration. this will hopefully capture the flavor of our adventures as we begin a new life out west. a new life sans jobs or a home. you know, hobo style.
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Test.. test... best blog ever... test... Yay! (possibly) I can comment! (maybe)...
I've heard that rage is all the rage, but I still kind of love love.
Well, not today. I'm sick of it today. But most days, love's okay in my book.
Speaking of book, I skipped an entire month on my blog, and am about to post something about why. It'll be a real thriller.
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