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You know what they are, the small luxuries that make life worth living. And I’m not talking about some bullshit answer like “the way my dog runs to greet me when I get home from work.” This is cold, hard, materialism. They don’t necessarily need to be expensive or exclusive (# 5) but you’d rather take a job spreading “pixie dust” at the tilt-a-whirl than give them up.

Mine, in no particular order:

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You know what they are, the small luxuries that make life worth living. And I’m not talking about some bullshit answer like “the way my dog runs to greet me when I get home from work.” This is cold, hard, materialism. They don’t necessarily need to be expensive or exclusive (# 5) but you’d rather take a job spreading “pixie dust” at the tilt-a-whirl than give them up.

Mine, in no particular order:

Read the rest of this entry →

You know what they are, the small luxuries that make life worth living. And I’m not talking about some bullshit answer like “the way my dog runs to greet me when I get home from work.” This is cold, hard, materialism. They don’t necessarily need to be expensive or exclusive (# 5) but you’d rather take a job spreading “pixie dust” at the tilt-a-whirl than give them up.

Mine, in no particular order:

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