The Integrity of a Pancake

I kiss and tell.

March 3, 2011



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Most people have lofty goals like finish college, join the gym, be more creative; I usually say these things and stay much the same, doing nothing at all. Maybe the problem is that those goals are beyond my reach right now and maybe I should just focus on things that are within my reach like say, I'm going to create a blog where all my ramblings are the product of THC swimming around in my bloodstream. Original? Maybe not. Fun? Hell yes. Bienvenidos, make yourself comfy. The show is just getting started.
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