Cookie Cocaine.

So we recently gave up sugar for the big rezzy so naturally at lunch we bought a giant sugarfree chocolate chip cookie cause it had no sugar, it was free from sugar. Do you think sugar had oppressed it previously? Did it escape The Sugar Jailhouse? Well either way, we're not sure how it escaped sugar's chokehold, that will always remain a mystery. But it did seem rather silly, even at the time.

Especially because it really did look just like the real thing. And now seems really really rather false because we feel verrrrry spiked in the blood stream and also kinda like we might just barf out a yule log and the room is a little spinny and kinda zingy.

Bottom line, we don't really want to change (see ya never, rezzo) and not so sure that the original cookie should either. Plus something odd is in sugarfree materials. We just know it we just know it!!!

Say "NO" to Sugarfree Cookies- Bleckkk,
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Save the Date: Thursdays

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Sometimes we need a creative outlet every five minutes going 50 miles per hour again and again and again until we climb into bed, rest our little ditty heads and wake up to need it all over again. But alas, we are in our twenties and the pro and the con of this post-My So Called Life decade is that things change fast - what we want when we want it how we need it and what where we fit in the time to do it all and still have time to crack some bottles of champy with the grrrls.

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And so. Instead of the constant splattering of thoughts pictures ideas on a minute-by-hour basis, we'll be jotting things down and saving the coolest new robot love pics and posting 'em in a long long lineup every Thursday morning for you chickpeas.

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We hope this works. We hope this is okay with you (because sometimes we crave your love and acceptance). We hope you'll still pop in and read, share, mull, spy, or all of the above.

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So that's the new plan, zombie-bots. We're not leaving, we're just changing, because that's what you do in your twenties. See you for our date on Thursday. We'll be the girls with black dahlias in our lapels sitting in the corner booth at the back. Peace. Love. Pharrell.

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