i stand in line at the grocery store for the third time because J2 has remembered one more ingredient we are short of for her next batch of cupcakes. is this disorganization or simply an over-privileged upbringing?
today i notice something about my fellow shoppers. at the evening rush hour, many of them are sharply dressed good looking gentlemen with wine, berries, olive oil and bread in their carts. it is a sign of our times that my first question is directed at their sexual orientation, and i freely admit this is grossly unfair to gentlemen of all persuasions.
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