Banana Bread

I am glad people like it.
I am glad it makes you all so happy.
I am glad that it is so delicious.
I am glad to let you all have as much as you want, because I will not have to eat it.
I am glad to announce that if I were ever stuck on a desert island, the last thing I would consume to maintain this mortal coil would be banana bread. I would choose to be castrated by a shark and killed by pirates before eating any of that sticky-skinned loaf of sweet slime.

Enjoy your snack.

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shocker
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rocker
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spocker
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dutcher
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I'm still alive

See?

Havent been killed by pirates yet, although one tried to sneak up on me at breakfast this morning.

Losing It

I keep checking in here to see if I have written anything new.

halfway

Year half over. Yes!

hope everyone is good.

Why The Hell Do I Feel Like This?

I still think about James. Every Day. All Day. There's a void. I feel guilt. I wish I hadn't neglected my friend. I wish he hadn't let me neglect him.
I have tried to fill up the hole with a number of different things- it's not going to work. I will keep filling. I will keep trying. It's not going to work.
I don't have the energy to keep trying things to mend the pain.
My efforts seem to be falling short in everything. I need to find success in something.

I wish I didn't feel like this.

Battle of the Sexes

So I've noticed something lately, and it makes me wonder:
Why when I hike do I end up all funky and musky smelling, but ladies seem to maintain their sweet delicate smell?
It's pretty much universal- when I pass a lady on the trail, she smells as sweet as the air inside a candy shop. But as soon as that smell dilutes, it's back to me marinating in my own sweaty nastiness.

It isn't fair! *begin tantrum*