#np - No Diggity by Blackstreet and Dr. Dre
Wow! 300 days of being 29 years old! That explains the aches and pains. It also explains the weird looks I got when I walked into PacSun last week to buy some flip flops. The floor staff tried to up sell me another pair of shoes (but they're 50% off!) and I had to say that no, I don't need any plaid chucks or pink jellies. I mean, I do need plaid chucks but where does an almost-30-year-old where those? I don't have any hip, trendy events coming up. Dammit.
I'm spending the next three days in Frankfort (driving back and forth each day) for work. I'm not a huge fan of the city which is weird because I generally like all things historic or government or anything called a capitol. For some reason, however, it's always gloomy when I go to Frankfort. Perhaps today will different.
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