What better way to cement my status as girl-with-the-early-quarter-life-crisis (because I believe so firmly in being on time that not only am I early for my mid-life crisis, I'm also getting a jump on my quarter-life crisis.) than going on a road trip? I'm down in DC, staying with a friend and visiting all the free museums and monuments our great nation's capitol has to offer. In a couple days another friend will pull up in his car, I'll jump in and we'll be on our way to LA.
I'm about to be just like Jack Kerouac. Except, of course, without the hitch-hiking, the Benzedrine, and the run-on sentences.
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See you there, sassy girl! Colorful drinks and all.
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