1600 Miles To Go
Ok you know what I don’t get? I HATE Indiana…I swear I do. I mean it’s swamp-ugly and I can count the literate tasteful people on one hand, maybe two on a good day. So whhyyyyy does the lump in my throat grow to the size of a small chia pet whenever I’m about to leave this so-called home? Makes no sense to me, must be a subconscious thing. Anyway, I always get that oh-gosh-did-you-check-under-both-beds-and-the-corners-I-forgot-something feeling. Yeah but it’s magnified, like the size of Russia. So what is it that I’m forgetting? Maybe me…posted by Melissa at
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