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My GI tract can’t play like that anymore, but I do miss it at times. Truthfully, I poisoned myself with sugar, Haagen Das and chocolate almonds, Saturday night and couldn’t sleep. On top of that, my ovaries decided to join the celebration by releasing an old hostage; I had cramps reminiscent of childbirth on Sunday.

Today, I’m headed up to my sanctuary for an overdue cleansing, a place where my body and soul will be nourished by nature and love; a place where the city and its insanity doesn’t exist.

Im glad you like this list. You have to be willing to scroll to find your treasure, but be sure to switch thumbs often or you may wind up unable to grasp that martini stem.


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