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So my girlfriend and I found a desk on the side of the road coming home with a can that read "Name your own price! Put the money in the can." And thus, my girlfriend and I have a desk we are currently re-finishing for her room. It will be awesome.

     My girlfriend mentioned this but, we should have taken picture for before, during, and after so we could have done the cute, coupley, bloggy project stuff. But since none of you (excluding my girlfriend and possibly Bailey) reads this shit anyway, who cares?

   In one day we got from over lacquered gawdy looking nice desk, to smoothed, primed, and ready for painting. We also have plans to make a portable device charging drawer station, as well as turning one of the larger drawers into a safe maybe. My point? It will be a fucking awesome desk. Update with picture maybe when its finished? Who knows? Who cares?

It. Is. Hot. As. Fuck. Fucking, 90 degree weather in April. And it's supposed to rain on the day I have disc golf. The one fucking day it needs to be sunny. Thanks nature. Dick.

Hey hey, it's this guy, being creepy. Whatever. Yeah. There's only two of you  who are my friends, who might pay attention to this? One of which is my girlfriend. So only one of you. Any who, I'm a culinary student at Frederick Community College. I cook things, and bake things. If I'm feeling frisky I'll cook something that also gets baked. Need some culinary advice? I'm not an expert but I know my shit. Want to spice up that boring chicken you're putting in that pot pie? USE SOME OF THAT LEFTOVER FRIED CHICKEN. You'll have your parents, relatives, significant other creaming their panties when you're done with that shit. Well I'm done here.