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I walked into my kitchen intending to fry some rice. . . only to discover a pan of oil absolutely swarming with ants. Like, entirely covered. I stood there for a second, and did what any logical person would do.

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I turned to stove on. I hope I’m not the only one who would have done that, because as I watched the panicked insects scurrying around frantically, desperate to escape the the burning pan, I sort of felt bad.

Days are passing with a sort of dull haze. A tad satisfying all things considered, but regardless…

I hate being 22.

I hate that it’s 2006-07,

But I absolutely adore fall. With a passion unbeknownst to the common man.

Watch out, Nor Cal, here we come. . .