more one way streets than you can shake a stick at
very talented buskers doing pretty nice beatles covers with NO singing and a rather flash black guitar
the darkest Starbucks. i know i know i shouldn't go, it's the last bastion of corporate evil but i can't help myself. i was trying to ween myself off my caffeine addiction and then whomp, there it was: Caramel Machhiato or however the heck you spell it, with extra foam so i can it it with the stirrer stick and look like a total loonie.
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hello. it's me!
chester, birmingham, other places.
you're so glamruss and exciting.
(although the w.o.b. text is scaring me somewhat)
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