3.25.365: Day Two: I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I say I’m not going to eat anything after dinner. Then 10 o’clock rolls around and I begin to hear the sweet siren song of a package of unopened Lemonades. Who could resist going into the light?

Not I. I’m weak when faced with Girl Scout Cookies. Weak, I tell you.

 

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