Tonight I'm probably gonna go to Trader Joe's. I go to Trader Joe's when I have nothing better to do. There's some bike/art thing at Big Car, but I dunno about hanging out with fixie kid hipsters. I'm sure they're all quite lovely, but I dunno if Gina wants to watch people race bikes on rollers indoors. Maybe I'll also go to Whole Foods or Fresh Market or whatever. Why? Because I dunno, that's why.
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When in doubt, go to Trader Joe's. That's what I always say.
Get me some of those orange flavored dried cranberries. You owe me like 15 years of birthday presents. Because that's how long I've known you and you haven't sent me a single birthday present, even though we're birthday buddies and I wait every year by the mailbox and nothing ever arrives from Indianapolis or Louisville or Nashville or whatever city it is you live in down there, in the land of corn factories and frozen meat.
look, you never leave your name and i know all my friends are like "who the heck is that" and they probably think i'm leaving weird comments for myself because, let's be honest, that's not really beyond me.
There's no corn in Nashville, just lots of tobacco...which begs the question, who are you?
it's debbie, and no one knows her because we're friends via email and messageboards and floating oranges.
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