Yesterday morning I woke up with Alanis Morissette playing in my head and about ten bug bites on my leg (note the smudges of calamine lotion). When I got home, the family desktop computer had also crashed (currently typing this at the library). What the hell?
About three people at work had positive things to say about the Bart Simpson t-shirt, which I think is referencing the episode where Bart and Milhouse buy super sour Squishees at the Kwik-E-Mart and proceed to have a hallucinogenic trip. Apparently the more recent episodes have gone downhill, and I never got around to watching the Simpsons movie but I have nothing but positive memories of the show since I literally grew up watching it.
Oh, and I’m still wearing my thrifted cage sandals (coincidentally, so is the Cherry Blossom Girl!). I can confirm that they will not be coming off my feet for a very long time.
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