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Residing in the strung out plains of Texas with a little baby girl and the light of my life in a salmon colored room. I enjoy hot Funyuns and the frugal way of watching the same tv show repeatedly. Grew up in Los Angeles (more specifically Koreatown) until I decided that the city gave me too much anxiety. I used to paint but now I just eat blood oranges and have a pet rat. I hate dirty carpets and those that try to prove they're right all the time.
I have a lot of unpopular opinions and I enjoy non sequiturs. My mother once dropped a bible in the toilet.
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It seems that the radio is dying. Over the years radio stations have decreased in number and the only ones left seem to play the s...
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