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Default 12-28-2009, 04:18 PM

Fried. Dill. PICKLES.



When my three cousins (along with the boyfriend of the oldest cousin), aunt, took me and my bro up to Robinson on Saturday *which is why I wasn't even on, sorry!*, we took a break from shopping and went to a local Permanti Brothers restaurant. Now, I've never even been to a Permanti Bros' so I wasn't sure what to expect on their menu. We were all sitting at the table, reading the menus and picking what we wanted to order.

My cousin Jess said, "You want some fried pickles?"

For the past two YEARS I've been wanting so much to try out some fried pickles ever since I saw them on a cooking show. Now, the ones I saw were just the little dill slices. These things were the sliced spears!

And WOWWWW they were good. o__o

I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!

You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!
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