Wish I was in Paris.
I guess sometimes everything looks better than what is near. Grass, pastures, etc. You know, if I can have here, where's the fun? I have to reach for there. And if I get there, it will mean I am more than I thought I was back when I could only have here. See?
I admit it, despite great hair, I am bad-hormones-on-a-full-moon depressed.
I have opinions on things and I like to talk about them.
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