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i'm gonna wear my cherry reeeeeeed
I like the new apartment. The place I was living at last year was too dark, too cut off from everything. Now I can look outside my window and see Telegraph Avenue below me, or the Campanile to my left. Every morning when I wake up, I go straight to my window to see what the weather is like outside. Today it's sunny, which is good because....well, because no one likes the gloom, do they? Actually, scratch that, I know quite a few people who like rainy, overcast weather. They say it gives them an excuse to stay indoors and be lazy.

Goodness, I just took a two hour break to stare outside and think about eating another Trader Joe's dark chocolate peanut butter cup. They're pretty good. Dare I say they're better than Reese's peanut butter cups? Ah, I don't know if I'm ready to go that far yet. 

I once read an article by Francis Lam (where has that dude gone to anyway? he used to be on, but now I don't think he writes for them anymore) that the reason peanut butter cups are so goddamn delicious is that they combine both salty and sweet in one neat little package. And then I didn't get to read any farther because I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to visit the candy section of my local Walgreens. 

Also, this just needs to be said: standing in line at Walgreens with a bag of candy in your hands (I'm not talking about a bag of m&m's either, I'm talking about those big bags of candy that your mom used to buy before Halloween, you know, the ones that could generate 50 hours of manpower on pure caloric energy) by YOURSELF, is probably one of the most humiliating things a person in middle/upper middle class America could ever do. I added the "middle/upper middle class America" part because it just sounds douche-y to make that claim for people in general, and YES, I am aware there is a famine in Somalia, so please don't make me feel worse for eating this piece of chocolate than I already do. I mean, has anyone found a way to do this without feeling like a total loser? Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm buying the candy to share with my friends, or bringing it to a club meeting that I have later on that night, but I'm sure that regardless of whatever made-up reason I may have prepared, the cashiers still think I'm a total fatass (and they're not wrong). 

And that would be totally fine, if I didn't have the self-esteem of a...person with low self-esteem. But that's a weepy story for another time..this post was supposed to be my way of popping in to say hi! 


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