oh my god, my life here is so ridiculous. Last night I was flipping through a month old Rolling Stone and I didn't recognize any of the top 10 songs on iTunes right now, so I made another volunteer who had just returned from America sing them for me. I want everyone who reads this to take a private moment to be grateful for the following things: cold water whenever you want it; fall weather; the fact that your feet are probably clean right now (mine haven't been clean since I got here); salad whenever you want it; fried pickles; fans that actually work (I have a ceiling fan in my house but no electricity, someone explain that to me please); the ability, and reason, to look cute; TACOS.
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