here i stand. i can do no other.
martin luther said that.
but i’m not standing. i’m sitting.
because i’m weak.
this weekend was hard on my mind, body, and soul.
it began with this:
i got so excited when my entrée came that i immediately shoveled it into my mouth without taking a picture.
i make no apologies. that shrimp and crab cannelloni was orgasmic.
nothing got too out of hand, thank god, which is surprising considered i packed in 5 drinks and 3 shots.
i’m currently in a food and alcohol comatose state.
monday i resume my diet and i could not be more excited for that.
in the meantime i’ve managed to pack in the following:
it looks like i’m obsessed with breakfast foods.
but in reality – i’m just obsessed with all food.
or inappropriate things like these:
b and i are working on murdering this:
well, with that, i must bid thee farewell.
i have a lot of drinking and bad decisions to fit into a single afternoon.
wish me luck.