In keeping with the normal tone of my life, when things get good for a hot second, people like to drop bombs. Spring break was being all blissful and shizz, and then, someone had to ruin it. Well, as Bayside has taught us kiddos, "that's R-e-a-l-i-t-y."
So, instead of facing said reality, I'm daydreaming about a hypothetical weekend down the shore with a lovely new someone in my life, because I cannot deny that I am Jersey born and bred. Naturally, my greatest concern is what I would wear to bask in the harmful UV rays, stroll along the boardwalk, eat ice cream and thin crust pizza, play a round of mini golf, get a sketchy palm reading, and stroll back to my seedy motel when it gets late. Enjoy.
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