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I'm depressed today. In fact i've sunk so low that I actually ate food from the gas station kitchen. When I went to get smokes I got a corn dog and some cajun fried tater wedges. The wedges were brilliant and well worth the stomache ache i'll likely have later, the corn dog...not so much. I figured it wouldn't be actual beef but I think I may have ate something human....
Note to self for the future: wedgies good, human corn dogs bad.

I do a lot of things in the south that I would have never considered when I lived in CA.

Ugh why do I let people hurt me so easily?