like Odysseus in a work of Homer, I demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as I possibly can. But in my heart I never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to me. On the one hand, I've loved the same person my whole life, but on the other, my actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could kill you.
Lately I've been asking myself "at what point will I be able to tell people that I'm from Chicago?". This video answered it. It made me smile and laugh and at a loss of words.
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