This? Or...

I have been composing a few posts in my head the past few days, but the truth is, I could either work out, or blog. If you know me at all, you know which I will chose. And no, Mother, I will not blog about my work out.

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  1. AmericanZygoteJanuary 10, 2013 at 1:37 PM

    Well, dang. Cuz i'm pretty tired of checking this blog and feeling disappointed.

    Just tried to contact Risa about a job opening at Edison for an archeologist. I couldnt find her. If she's one of you FB friends, tell her for me, K?

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