Is tomorrow really August? Really?
I shouldn't love Starbucks, but sometimes I do.
It is a little concerning that my mother said our new apartment reminds her of where I lived in college.
Ice cream is now within walking distance. Dangerous situation.
I don't think I can express how much I despise Delilah (as in Deliiiiilahhhhh on light rock radio stations). That woman's voice makes me want to jump out a window.
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