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OK,
So as I make my way toward the new adventure called "Must acquire food"
while riding on my bicycle... I notice that the tires are significantly low. Does this stop me? No. No it does not because in this house somewhere are multiple ways of making this correct.
Can I find any of them? No. No I can not. Does this stop me? Again, I must say, it does not stop me.
I peddled my way toward the street yet there is a closed gate. So now I'm left to wonder, "Do I even have the key?"
I may have it, but chose not to look for it (remembering that I couldn't find the bike pump) and that I may try to use the secret open-any-gate-code and BOOM...it worked. I am free to hit the mean streets of Costa Mesa.
As Starbucks is getting closer I opted to not. I don't feel like yogurt parfait and acid gut, so I keep going down Harbor. I get to Adams and decided to do what I should do and that is go to the grocery store. I turn around and head back to the grocery a block from the house. I must admit the morning ride was nice, but my nose started to run and I have nothing on me. I considered using my sleeve if it came to that and thankfully the gas station prevented the snotty decoration that may have been left on your new sweater.
I picked out stuff for lunch and some stuff for breakfast and get into line. A man with just a receipt gets in line behind me after I unloaded my cart, so I offer him to go ahead and re replied oh thank but insisted that he's not in a hurry.
As I pull out the card, my paper 'used-as-a snot-rag' towel falls from my pocket and the kind construction worker/homeless guy picks up my snot rag and inspects the hell out of it, then tosses it toward the mag rack.
The clerk finished the transaction and we parted ways.
I can't believe some stranger touched my snot rag...grooooooossssss
OK,
So as I make my way toward the new adventure called "Must acquire food"
while riding on my bicycle... I notice that the tires are significantly low. Does this stop me? No. No it does not because in this house somewhere are multiple ways of making this correct.
Can I find any of them? No. No I can not. Does this stop me? Again, I must say, it does not stop me.
I peddled my way toward the street yet there is a closed gate. So now I'm left to wonder, "Do I even have the key?"
I may have it, but chose not to look for it (remembering that I couldn't find the bike pump) and that I may try to use the secret open-any-gate-code and BOOM...it worked. I am free to hit the mean streets of Costa Mesa.
As Starbucks is getting closer I opted to not. I don't feel like yogurt parfait and acid gut, so I keep going down Harbor. I get to Adams and decided to do what I should do and that is go to the grocery store. I turn around and head back to the grocery a block from the house. I must admit the morning ride was nice, but my nose started to run and I have nothing on me. I considered using my sleeve if it came to that and thankfully the gas station prevented the snotty decoration that may have been left on your new sweater.
I picked out stuff for lunch and some stuff for breakfast and get into line. A man with just a receipt gets in line behind me after I unloaded my cart, so I offer him to go ahead and re replied oh thank but insisted that he's not in a hurry.
As I pull out the card, my paper 'used-as-a snot-rag' towel falls from my pocket and the kind construction worker/homeless guy picks up my snot rag and inspects the hell out of it, then tosses it toward the mag rack.
The clerk finished the transaction and we parted ways.
I can't believe some stranger touched my snot rag...grooooooossssss
So as I make my way toward the new adventure called "Must acquire food"
while riding on my bicycle... I notice that the tires are significantly low. Does this stop me? No. No it does not because in this house somewhere are multiple ways of making this correct.
Can I find any of them? No. No I can not. Does this stop me? Again, I must say, it does not stop me.
I peddled my way toward the street yet there is a closed gate. So now I'm left to wonder, "Do I even have the key?"
I may have it, but chose not to look for it (remembering that I couldn't find the bike pump) and that I may try to use the secret open-any-gate-code and BOOM...it worked. I am free to hit the mean streets of Costa Mesa.
As Starbucks is getting closer I opted to not. I don't feel like yogurt parfait and acid gut, so I keep going down Harbor. I get to Adams and decided to do what I should do and that is go to the grocery store. I turn around and head back to the grocery a block from the house. I must admit the morning ride was nice, but my nose started to run and I have nothing on me. I considered using my sleeve if it came to that and thankfully the gas station prevented the snotty decoration that may have been left on your new sweater.
I picked out stuff for lunch and some stuff for breakfast and get into line. A man with just a receipt gets in line behind me after I unloaded my cart, so I offer him to go ahead and re replied oh thank but insisted that he's not in a hurry.
As I pull out the card, my paper 'used-as-a snot-rag' towel falls from my pocket and the kind construction worker/homeless guy picks up my snot rag and inspects the hell out of it, then tosses it toward the mag rack.
The clerk finished the transaction and we parted ways.
I can't believe some stranger touched my snot rag...grooooooossssss