So whenever I see ads in my mailbox for food or Kleenex or caskets, I laugh because it's all very obtuse. Google doesn't know me much better than your average Facebook stalker does. Do I mind it? In the sense that I don't want it to happen, yes. I'm entitled to my privacy in dog and carb-lusting, but the ads are so ridiculous that to an extent, I don't even care. The spot-on precision of the recent Udi's package, though, that's an accuracy in espionage that I don't mind at all. I received a box of products from Udi's today that makes me want to lobby for the Foodette Inbetween Nourishment and Enrichment Bill of 2013, which exists solely for the purpose of me being able to eat all the muffins in one day. One of the included items was something I'd been ogling at each visit to Whole Foods, shaking my head every time I passed them. Soft-baked salted caramel and cashew cookies. Holy bane of my existence, Batman. Did they film me? Did they gauge the sweat on my palms through my implanted social media machine? I don't know.
TL;DR: I ate four, thus negating the mega-power-ultra workout I did the other day. Oh, the timing of it all.

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