I can't verbally complain. It was self-inflicted. As per usual.
Old friends are the best friends.
Bring me back to solid ground.
Remind me of who I am.
And most importantly who I'm not.
I just had the best conversation with the cashier from Books-A-Million. I might become a frequent visitor just to hang. He's gay, which naturally meant I loved him. He used the words. "hot mess," "dram," and "fabulous." LOVE.
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