Sunshine and Serato

That's my Chichi! Incoming cornball alert, left field. I don't give a damn. The past two days have been blissful. I even walked to Payless today to check on scooping sandals.

And, I successfully broke my former eating breakfast time this afternoon, clocking in coffee and an english muffin at 3:17pm. This was due to the 6:45am bedtime after a gleeful evening at Chester, where a red dress party flourished and Queasy and Flip Flop wreked shop, playing an exclusive track brewed by the Thrilla boys and everyone enjoyed much frenzied dance party USA.

This was followed by a dose of parking lot politicing, a Javier's burrito and the entire extended version of American Gangster.

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