I tried a piece of dark chocolate and liked it. What makes this different isn’t so much that I liked it, but that I preferred it. It was a miracle in my mouth. I would choose it again over all the milk chocolate Mr. Goodbars and Krackles in the bowl.
Today, I am a woman
And then on the way home, a country song came on. I listened to the whole dog-on thing and enjoyed it. This wasn’t even T-Swift; it was real. I’m still trying to interpret the meaning of that one.
Congratulations! on the country music, I mean.
ReplyDeleteI will no longer be rooming with you two next semester if communal approval of country music continues. I have tried to be tolerant of some things (strange food, strange food, and strange food), but come on. There are limits.
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