So, I find myself in a strange place in my life where I walk around and think to myself, Gee, this place is strange. I’m serious. Okay, not completely serious, but maybe serious in a strange and slightly unserious sort of way.
I also walk around and wonder, What the heck, Christina? Aren’t you supposed to have gone through this when you were like, I don’t know, fourteen? You know, instead of now when you’re, like, many, many times that?
And when did you, self, start using the word like so much?
Uh oh, I’m having a full-fledged conversation with myself and I really don’t think we’re getting much accomplished, and on a certain level that’s a bit disturbing.
Anyway, let me move along before I digress again and start explaining how I exploded a cup of coffee in the kitchen and it was a mess everywhere!
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