When it comes to words of wisdom, my friends really know how to txt them.
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Get your phone game right
New motto from "centerstage": "whatever you're feeling, just dance it."
Damn baby, don't hurt 'em! Too much! You know iss too much!
Enjoy work! Meter out the love! Ration!
a miniature vacation
Growing up, classmates would always tell me about their family trips to lake cabins or summerhomes in Michigan or Minnesota. Finally, I can tell friends about my own Midwestern getaway. Sure, my apartment in Iowa City isn't exactly what one would consider the ideal vacation resort, but I'm glad I can retreat when I feel the need.
I've heard it said that driving through this part of the Midwest is boring - nothing but farms and flatlands. Look harder, I'd say.
My first night in town was hot and spent dancing & laughing. I ended the day on my porch with friends, and we talked about God and love. A beautiful boy picked flowers for me. It rained the next morning.
The friend with whom I've lived for almost three years recently moved our of our home and took her dishware with her. I happened upon these plates at a thrift store and bought them to replace my friend's dishes. I'm quite fond of lighthouses and think of them frequently.
Oddly enough, the best restaurants I know are in tiny towns in Iowa. There's a wonderful Louisiana kitchen in Oxford, IA that serves locally-grown produce and locally-raised meats. Good folks came out to dine with me, and it felt like my birthday or something. Then we went to an old veteran's bar for karaoke. The bartender asked me if I wanted "the usual" and I, of course, sang my go-to song.
I've heard it said that driving through this part of the Midwest is boring - nothing but farms and flatlands. Look harder, I'd say.
My first night in town was hot and spent dancing & laughing. I ended the day on my porch with friends, and we talked about God and love. A beautiful boy picked flowers for me. It rained the next morning.
The friend with whom I've lived for almost three years recently moved our of our home and took her dishware with her. I happened upon these plates at a thrift store and bought them to replace my friend's dishes. I'm quite fond of lighthouses and think of them frequently.
Oddly enough, the best restaurants I know are in tiny towns in Iowa. There's a wonderful Louisiana kitchen in Oxford, IA that serves locally-grown produce and locally-raised meats. Good folks came out to dine with me, and it felt like my birthday or something. Then we went to an old veteran's bar for karaoke. The bartender asked me if I wanted "the usual" and I, of course, sang my go-to song.
Once again, my friends and I returned to my porch. Someone suggested we walk a few blocks to the cemetary to see the Black Angel. We did, and I was not afraid.
my friends have feelings, too
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It's not you, it's me.
I'm not sure if my friend was talking about you or jenuse. And I'm confused which one is adam. This is like a plot of a rom-com.
still undecided i am in a booboo mood and just ate bacon who would hire this
Too many white ppl on the clark bus. Fucking with the doors and talking about "this great little mexican place, taco burrito palace."
i am fucking going home with someone tonight though i bought a cheap bottle of champagne for myself...and i am drinking the whole thing
Remind me about sausages
Ps really jealz of this wonderland you're in, otherwise known as Iowa City. I feel like you're a drunk Dorothy.
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