In the process of cleaning out my closet and preparing to move back up to Boston, I discovered 4 pairs of these bad boys. It is like today is Christmas. And my birthday. All in one.
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
unexpected
What is better than buying a new pair of jeans? An old pair of jeans (that used to fit your 16 year-old self before you, for example, gained the ibanking 15).
Monday, February 23, 2009
fatass
Never have I felt worse than when I ate American food in Shanghai. Even though my portions of cream of mushroom soup and fries were small, the food was very rich. That will be the last bit of Western food I have for awhile. My stomach hates me.
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