and I'm choosing to be skinny and in the Bahamas. Help. and I'm choosing to be skinny and in the Bahamas. Help. ...
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I write how I feel. The thing about emotions is that regardless of how they're classified, they're selfish. They hog the show from what you know. I'm ok with scooping up the frantic spills and piling them on this screen, but maybe I've let the loud-mouthed sentiments outshine the soft-spoken sense. Single. Alone. Fact. Even as I type that I'm resisting the urge...
Did I go a little crazy on a simple trade show order? Did I just spend 9 minutes of work time reading this entire article just in case I someday (SOON) find myself in LA, ready to bid on denture cream? Yup. ...
