I want to ride on a jet plane.

Everything is all jumbled. Everything that comes to mind lacks desired eloquence. This weekend, I am distracting myself with new photography equipment, bike rides, work, and the goal of losing 2 pounds before tomorrow’s fashion show.

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It was a chai type of morning.

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I wish I was as glamorous as I pretend to be.

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Chunk never asks me questions.

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