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I’m leaving for Monterey in about an hour and I feel like I’m leaving my newborn baby behind. A GIANT baby, to be exact. A bunch of giant babies…that formed a major league baseball team and made it to the playoffs. This is a horrible analogy, the point is I’m sad I’ll be so far away from the games (do people even watch baseball in Monterey?!) this weekend.
LET’S GO GIANTS!
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This song tends to randomly come to me. As I left class today it was playing in my head as I, you know, walked in slow motion and felt so misunderstood! I eventually snapped out of it and remembered I’m a white girl with an overflowing backpack and permanent safety goggle marks on my face. Livin in a hateful world!
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So I called my dad and said “wassup padre, how about that game?”
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Hardly Strictly Bluegrass was probably the least memorable part of my weekend, and that’s nothing to complain about!
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Magic number: ONE
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I couldn’t help but read this in the synthesized “Fitter Happier” voice.
“No…moondog…gies…for three…more…weeks.”
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A mile? That’s it?
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I just received 2 text
One included “up in the gym”
and the other, “bitches be jockin my style.”
My first concern was obvious: my friends are turning into Fergie
but now I think the real issue is that I recognize it!
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You are so purrverted.
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The Rolling Stones - Moonlight Mile
Oh you know I listen to this when I ride my bike at night.
