Garsh! With the infrequency of my posts, you'd think I was on another hiatus or something.
Tonight, I came to realize how much I kind of love grocery shopping. It makes me feel all grown up! Or something. Which seems at odds with "my never grow up, never grow old" philosophy, but it doesn't feel like it's at odds.
It's incredibly peaceful to roll a cart along, thinking about nothing and everything, singing along to Jason Mraz, and purposefully turning down aisles.
It's a little bit like the feeling I get when I wind up in the school supply section at Target, but with edibles.
Listening to: Something Borrowed
Reading: The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart
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