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..sitting here in my newly-cleaned, tiny European apartment, drinking my bourbon-vanilla tea, and waiting for the taxi that'll bring me to pick up my boyfriend from the Hauptbahnhof (so that we can travel to Berlin together, hang out with some German exchange students, and go to the American Embassy N.O. Jazz Concert that I was exclusively invited to) I can't help but think to myself...
...when did life get so good?
...when did life get so good?