Every Little Thing She Does Is 1 Thing
Thursday is a great day to do that 1 thing you don’t want to do but also don’t want to continue thinking about doing.
I’ve been listening to a lot of The Police lately. Involuntarily, in this coffeeshop. Not that I’m complaining! HAPPY 1 THING!
What is your thing? My thing is to return a couple of tank tops to Target. Or, put them back in the mail because ain’t nobody got the time or wherewithal to go to Brooklyn’s Target, which is a hellscape of little compare. Which is not to say that I don’t still love it and am not still filled with suburban longing every time I set foot in it.
What’s holding me up with these tank tops, if you want to know, is that my printer will not stop resizing the return label to where it fills the entire page. I have like 30 of these return labels printed out at grandma reading size lying on my desk, hoping against hope that the next one will come out right.
And it never does.
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