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liebe leute,

i write you from home. i saw some things in the airport that were 'so american' and they made me smile. i'll update with those incidents, along with pictures and details of paris will follow.

but first, a documentation of selfpwnage. i was watching full house.

dj, one of the main characters, was 'uncool' on the first day of junior high and had to eat in a phone booth bc nobody would sit with her. then she had a 'realization' with her aunt (becky) and and she wore less makeup and clothes that were neither dweeby nor slutty. and then the 'cool' kids come by and are like "omgg youre sitting in our seat" and then dj is like 'well this is the scrubs table now, but you can join us if you want" and then the 'queen bee' type was like "i'd rather eat in a phone booth." and then dj turns to her friend is like "ALL RIGHTTT" like she won. the 'cool kid' was the one that actually won this exchange.

but whatever.