Like a mite, San Diego buried itself under my skin (years ago) and has me feeling like this. Why don't you leave if you don't like it, you ask? Fuck you, thats what I say.
I'm not the only one who feels this way, apparently. Even filth & disease seems to pursue a quick ending in San Diego.
I love white people for their silly phrases, among them: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. And since its Thursday night, I'm going to take my lemons and get them squeezed tonight - SQZMYLMNS @ the OFFICE (RIP Scolari's).
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