[two hundred, sixty-nine]
I think this one shall be short, since I am in the midst of writing an essay. I am super nervous about this essay, because I feel like my thoughts do not come across as clear as I would like them to. I am working hard on it, and editing it, but I still feel like it may turn out to be just terrible, although I hope I am wrong on that. I hate it when I burn my tongue, it ruins everything for a day or two. I also hate it when it's warm in the fall, maybe I'm out on a tree branch alone in the sweltering heat here, but I miss the days where I could wear a sweater and feel comfortable, all day, just sayin'. I suppose that weather is a myth in Canada nowadays, you either get blistering hot or blistering cold, what a wonderous and brief life we live.
Did ya get what I did there? Eh? I saw the opportunity, and I went for it.
I want a hot dog,
take care,
Jess :]
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