Occasional musings... the truth may be out there but it is hard to find, maybe impossible. Do we make our own reality? Is truth relative to the observer? Have you ever woke up thinking "I solved world hunger but dang, I didn't write it down..." This blog is dedicated to the guy who dreamed of the benzene ring, and the rest of us dreamers.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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Every spring and fall I throw so much crap out. I love it. I feel like I took a big poop when I'm over- lighter and with a spring in my step.
You go, girl.
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