Crossing over the bridge and seeing the aesthetically pleasing finely trimmed “Cape Cod” hedges gave me more of an apathetic feeling rather than the refreshing one I was hoping for. My morning started waking up at 6 AM, getting picked up, then took a turn backwards when it became the “in-a-broken-down-car-on-the-side-of-the-highway kind” of morning. Things began to get better when cheap gas station coffee and donuts, as well as being rescued were added into the mix. I was greeted at home by my over excited dog Ruby humping my leg (it’s a dominance thing, ok?).
In the in between parts, I had this idea a couple days ago, that nothing bad could happen to me if I made sure I spread good karma. I sort of broke that by mistake a few hours ago when I texted my friend, “Phoebe Caufield has the most repulsive personality I have met yet.”…
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