Tonight at the Valencia v. La Habra game, the woman sitting in front of me was a trip. She had the peripherals of a hooter and bat-like hearing abilities. Mind-blowing, really. Then I figured it out: She was Satan.
Thanksgiving was really nice. We skipped out on being with our entire family this year, and my mom spent hours preparing the most beautiful meal- she's fabulous. My dad had us write down beforehand what we wanted to say at the table. I couldn't get through the first sentence without getting a ball in my throat. Hahaha always. My family cries at everything. We're part Irish. As if that entails any type of association ahhahaha.
Football, whipped cream, Italian boys, Christmas lights, cousins, Sarah, chai, leftovers, Ireland, Delta Spirit. I'll ily to those

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