Rain. Flash floods. Wind. Fire. Oh, yes....I said fire. I'm pretty sure Mother Nature or God or whoever you believe in is conspiring against me. Either that or I'm just really good at picking the worst weekends to move your whole life to a new city. This'll be funny in a year or so...hopefully.
Tropical Depression 13, huh? Ironic much?
Drove through that smoke yesterday. Imagine Burnt hair, peanuts and rubber mixed together. SO bad.
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