a land without coffee

[narfna]

Basically for the last three days, I've been living in a foreign country.

Salt Lake City: a place where there are tall trees, luscious fields of grass, and seagulls. A place where everybody knows their neighbors, there are twenty-five weddings happening at all times, money grows on trees, and where everybody's poop smells like roses. In Salt Lake

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You can call me, 'Sir'

[anonymous]

Ah, Utah. *sigh*

No, thank you.

[anonymous]

nobody knows what you're talking about when you scream, "Mom! THE MEATLOAF!"

That is the saddest thing I've ever heard.

-Jennie

[anonymous]

You clearly are going to the wrong part of SLC, or hanging out with the wrong people, I'd invite you next time I go - but it sounds like you're off Utah for good. Then again, I don't hang out with Mormons when I go...

Are you coming home at all this summer? I miss you lots. Let me know - we can do something lame as only you and I can...

Sabs

[narfna]

Are you calling me LAME!?! No, seriously, I don't know if I'm coming home, but if I do, you'll be the first to know.

[anonymous]

Lame? Of course not, I'm just sayin' when I go there is a lot of coffee and alcohol and swearing and fun having, my experiences in that town are far different from the one you explained. Lame - never.

Hug Hal for me.

Sabs