You know, the usual.
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| You Belong in London |
 A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well. |
Man alive, what a concert! We've been Looking Forward to this for a Few Days Down, but this? This was Extraordinary, beyond our Wildest Hope. Most people thought this was just our Latest Mistake (they had her pop princess persona in mind)---but it was All Good Things, and we were Swept Away. We Adore Her more than ever (and Rachael Yamagata is high-larious, most especially when drunk).
Okay, seriously: we want to be Mandy. She was sweet, stylee, gracious, and gorgeous. Beautiful person and all-around inspiring. She said things like "Golly" and "Anywho," drank tea from a steaming thermos, and brought us into her Tree of Trust. We've been there for her since Chasing Liberty, and we're not going anywhere anytime soon.
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"No, I wish you All Good Things."
Every time I got a migraine, Hips would tell me to massage my eyebrows. It's such strange advice that I've linked it to every migraine ever since.
I have a migraine. And Hips is married.
Weird.
I know. Speed Scrabble was letter 'c' on my list---but 'c' is always your best bet when it comes to multiple choice, remember? And besides, this is short and simple.
Hours on end in a lab give you extra time to be pensive, and today I have been thinking about:
a. Yale Avenue in the fall.
b. Cocoa Cafe & jacqea.
c. Speed Scrabble.
d. Atlanta, Toronto, and Kampala.
e. Soy milk.
Remind me to tell you all about them at my next shift.
I still don't believe that ticker.
There's no way.
Two months!
Two weeks!
Three days!
Every time I see it my heart beats a little faster.
I'm going home.
