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My body and mind work in unison to prevent me from being productive.  Last night the party was a flashback to 2005: Pretty people avoiding carbs like the plague.  I think I was the only one who was eating bread.  But I home-made bread.  It was fantastic!  And the food processor was a cinch to use for it!  It whipped that dough into a sticky blob in no time!  Great first experience.
Back to the party.  I know that the Pretties were just as shy of my as I was of them.  They gloated nothing over me except what I allowed them to in my mind.  But speaking from a severe eye-candy point of view, they were pretty; all had tight (douche) shirts on showing off their big, defined arms and chests.  It was a glass menagerie of delectable douchi-ness.
          --> but let me qualify that I don't know them.  They may have been some of the sweetest guys out there who just so happened to look sweet in a tight-fitting shirt.  These are my perceptions of just the light bouncing off them onto my retina.

But I feel like a matured a teeny tiny bit since 2005 (wow, I hope so!).  I was able to relax and have fun.

On to something completely different, I LOVE the Florence + the Machine song "Shake it Out."  L.o.v.e. it.