This made my day:
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/asmussen/
I've been really depressed and tired since I left home. I hate L.A. and I hate being reminded of that. If I just stay here for long enough, I get used to being satisfied with smog and traffic. Then I see other places and realize I'm totally wasting my time. Just three weeks to go. I can't count down fast enough.
5.27.2008
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What happens in three weeks?
Well, I finish with school for the summer, move back to the beautiful Bay Area, work a job I love and make a lot of money, stop paying rent, and forget about dirty Los Angeles for three months. :) Sounds pretty good, yeah?
So what you're saying is: Bay Area + Good Job + Money + (Rent*0) - LA = Pure Win!
That does sound pretty good, yeah. Pretty much. I would probably add a small dessert though... or a fruit cup.
How about both? Put 'em together. Some chocolate cake with raspberries on the side...
By the way, hello Aaron, I'm Carrie, and, no, that was not my puppy, but if it were, this blog would probably be dedicated completely to that little guy.
A parfait, perhaps? The word may be ten times more fun to say than the actual dessert is to eat, but parfait can still be pretty delicious.
As you have so cleverly deduced, my name is Aaron. Allow myself to introduce myself. Hello.
And I am very disappointed to hear that about stripper puppy, Carrie. I want that puppy. It's a puppy that also thinks it's a koala—a puppy with an identity crisis. On a scale of one-to-awesome, that's like... I duhno, that's pretty much awesome.
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