Real Mistake?

I used to joke that God really meant to make me a man but messed things up somewhere along the line. I get along better with men, I belch, I cuss, I love getting dirty, I love scars and battle wounds, and I enjoy athletic, outdoorsy things. 

I haven't made that joke for a while now, but after experimenting with a photo booth app... I'm not so sure I wouldn't look better as a man, too:
I haven't decided if I should show Cory or not...

I'll be off the blog-o-sphere for the next few days unless things go amazingly on my long run tomorrow and I find time to share it. We shall see. But I'll be back! Don't you go dyin on me! 

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