Packages
I headed to the MORC in search of a distraction. I hit up our mailbox...an ever lacking source of entertainment. But I was there and it was there, so why not. Lo and behold a golden slip of perfection! I dinged the bell at the counter and offered my soul in exchange for the amber opportunity in p.o. box 521. UNFORTUNATELY…I’m flippin color blind. The paper was an orange flyer…fool’s gold! I left wholly disappointed …no treasured package for me, at least not today. I’d like to think my life is hardly manipulated by the postal service, but that’d be a lie. Every college student longs for a shoebox of home. Cardboard has never been as huggable as it is at the mail center. Still embracing, you leave with a gait owned by the likes of J.Lo or Madonna. It’s truly a wondrous thing.My favorite parcel: Charm’s Blow Pop Underwear from Butler University, Indianapolis, Indiana.
Song of the Day: Name by Goo Goo Dolls
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