So I started my year with a serving of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Mmm. 250 calories, 126 from fat.
Yum...
Cheers to a great year ahead and delicious ice cream for everyone! Instead of being unproductively reflective like I usually am, I've decided not to make any grandiose resolutions this year, and just live, love, and hurt. Thanks to everyone who's made my 2010 a fantastic one, especially my dearest foxie-love-of-my-life.
NIKON D90: 35MM (18-70), F9.0, 1/200, ISO 200.
... and the snow blankets all we wish to forget: dried leaves, pretense, and hurts.
On our photowalk, I realized that my wishes and dreams are built upon the blood, sweat, and tears of random strangers, whom I will probably never meet, never know, and never get to thank.
It is my hope that the dreams of their children, in turn, may be built on my toil instead.
I'm no damn saint, but before you callously run another character-assassination story, you better check what's going on with your own damn website STOMP. Or maybe the boys-in-blue should STOMP your offices to check out what other material you have on a 12-year-old with a "model's figure" and is "to die for". And Alexia wonders why he's obsessed. Gee, big mystery there, Alexia; did you "miss these" on the left bar?
Pitiful excuse for journalism.
