It's already posted that another piece of my soul died today and my fridge reflects how my soul probably looks. I once saw in a gallery in Dallas, a whole grouping of a photographer where they took pics of people's fridges. My fridge is always a place of good intentions but where food often goes to die. Hopefully a trip to Trader Joe's and the sun coming up on another day will help--but it looks as if a bad moon may be rising.
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