please note the gold TOM'S shoes, the pseudo-bohemian pants, excessive amounts of lace, and of course the "ray-ban-esque" sunglasses. and the simultaneous texting taking place on their blackberries.
additionally, today a woman in the elevator at target asked if she could, "feel that rug" regarding the cheap, wiry mat i purchased for waffle's poop box to sit on.
then, as jessica and i searched (in vain) for any semblance of parking with in a mile radius of our apartment (eff the cubs) i saw a man holding a sign boasting parking in a "GARAGAGE." i am really going to be entertained living here.
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