Nothing can stop me now

Feeling a little under the beauty meter, I decided to throw some mud on my face. Feeling a little like a bulimic, I decided to make two turkey cold cut sandwiches which I engulfed in a matter of minutes, upon my bed whilst reading the mandatory Stephen Walt column on Foreign Policy.

At some point, I looked at myself. Like. Looked at myself.  There was hardened mud on my face. Mustard on my t-shirt. Cramps in my abdomen.

Yeah, this is how I’ll take over the world. Nothing can stop me now.

Just putting it out there.

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