It goes something like this. An eager kitten entangling your feet as you walk across the courtyard…to get her some treats no less. (I’m thinking, “If I trip and hit my head on the pavement and bleed to death, you will NOT get your treat, cat.) El Pollo Loco Caesar Bowl for dinner. Surprisingly filling. No clean up. (I did order a flan but I haven’t eaten it…yet.) A fuzzy robe. (Who needs pants anyway!) A glass of pinot noir. A quiet apartment. A brand new subscription to Napster. Oh dear god. Music I WANT. At my command! It is...
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