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So I had been feeling that I was really failing at adulthood today, in that "Wow, I have the social skills of a twelve-year-old! I blush and giggle like a fucking moron!" sort of way.
But then Erin and I went to Emeryville and I bought a lovely grey dress, and 4, count 'em 4, books!
So while I may not be a grown-up mature individual, I have books.
But then Erin and I went to Emeryville and I bought a lovely grey dress, and 4, count 'em 4, books!
So while I may not be a grown-up mature individual, I have books.