I listened to A Fine Frenzy's Bomb in A Birdcage album three times in a row.
Drivers were particularly stupid.
I realized that $10 of gas gets me nowhere.
I discovered that I am ridiculously ticklish behind my knees thanks to the little girls at Girls Inc who kept grabbing at my legs from where they sat on the floor.
I laughed harder than I have in a
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