I'm going to be living ...there. THERE. In about a month, I'm going to be LIVING THERE (there being Florence).
I mean, URGH. How depressing! I'm going to have to deal with eyesores like:
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and, worst of all:
Poor me!
...Uh, rest assured that I'm elated and that I'm just trying not to gloat too much. (Okay, that last statement was a lie. But you know what, I haven't been on a decent vacation in YEARS, and I deserve one.) I'm excited and terrified--I don't speak Italian, and did I mention I'm sharing an apartment with 6 other people who are in my graduate program? ... I just can't wrap my head around it. Awesome. One of my many goals is to return with a decent salami. Mmmmm.
And sorry, no, there is no extra room in my backpack for an extra person. Though if you send me your post address, I'll mail you a gloating postcard.
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Yes, poor poor you. Can I be poor like you?
You have my post address. I would like a double order of gloating postcard, please!
I was going to end that paragraph with "You lucky bitch" but you don't really know me well enough so that I could do that and you would automatically be all, like, "oh, ha ha, that's an affectionate ironic 'bitch' from a guy who's really very enlightened and highly sensitive to women's issues," and you might be all like, "what the fuck, who the hell does he think he is calling me a bitch, I'll BURN IN HELL before I'll send HIM a gloating postcard," so I decided not to. FYI.
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