Jen asked me this afternoon how I was enjoying my last day as a 27-year-old. I said I was doing okay, and in honor of the occasion, I got myself the world's cutest hair cut. It really is insanely cute, people. It's important to know your physical limits, and these are mine: I can't play basketball, I can't hit a baseball, and I'm not beautiful, rarely pretty, and only hit cute on a good day.
Today is a very good day.
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