Maybe I should have taken a packed lunch of apple pie and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

you should have had a corn dog with mustard. and some beef jerky.

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The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience.

hahaha.
at giant's stadium, you can get a local organic microbrew beer and vegan sandwiches and sides.
san fran-homo-leftie-lesbo-commie-hippie-cisco.
i love it here.
i mean, they also have hot dogs and cotton candy and miller lite.
but everything is always like a million dollars, especially where our tickets were on this fancy level with waiters who came to your seats.
fucking 10$ beer and 19$ grilled portabello mushroom paninni.

i roll with 6$ garlic fries and slipping a flask of vodka in the bottom compartment of my purse, and dropping it in my nalenge bottle i fill with sprite @ the fountains.
and cotton candy.
because you kindof can't say no.

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those garlic fries are lethal stanky when everyone around you but you is eating them...woah!

this game is sucking ass...them Yankees better get their shit together

at least Posada is back...

fuck.