Good Lord, I love Peeps.
I don't know why - it's not even as if, when I'm eating one, I think it tastes good. It's the bizarre texture, I think, that speaks to my soul. Or something.
That and anything that triples in size in the microwave is automatically a good time.
More will come soon - right now, sorting out a possible hop across The Pond, a senior thesis, my poor, poor, broken camera (apparently people like to sit on electronic fun-capturing equipment on cruise ships), and various other bits and pieces that make up my mish-mash of a life.
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