If you could marry an inanimate object, I would totally run off and elope with breakfast.
Ant, Taylor, Todd, and I recovered from last night's festivities with some coffee and eggs benedict at the Americana Cafe, which, despite its name is actually a Vietnamese restaurant.
It was a good way to fuel up before our brief but awesome hike at Fort Cronkhite. Pics later...I'm late for naptime!
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Yes, but your relationships with food never last, do they? You're always vomiting it back up on running trails and stuff.
Try being less fickle. Then maybe you could have a stable relationship with food.
Adding: Aren't you in San Francisco? Why the "if" at the start of this post, then? It's legal to marry food there, isn't it?
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