Give me a pair of irradiated pants and a purple n pink book bag and green-green-my-arms-are-green and I'm satisfied. As far as I know.
There are some whiplash-inducing shifts in chronology and geography going on here -- my OCD is flaring up something awful -- but now that we have finished the business at the U of M, we can move on to my eagerly awaited NYC experience in which I discovered how my current lifestyle is perfectly sustainable in a post-apocalyptic world. This is something I have in common with Donald Trump, Britney and most of the insect phylum.
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