Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
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so beautiful.
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Wheels up…again
I flew home to the west coast this weekend. Orange County to be specific. And, while it is my home it is also the birthplace of a reality television nightmare. One that has often made me question humanity, as well as how close I choose to sleep to the enemy. I ran from this place…
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I literally wanted to start singing the moment I read this, ha!
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“Huckleberry Mojito” - Fresh mint, lime, huckleberries, simple syrup and Bacardi at One Restaurant and Lounge
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