Everyone in the office is bitching about the new HOT lane traffic on I-85. I’ll take Atlanta property taxes any day over that mess.
Thanks ATL for the fall weather. And the biscuits I had this morning. And children laughing. And unicorns galloping.
Happy birthday to India Arie. I relate to her song, “I am not my hair.”
Just interviewed the Phipps Plaza Santa and made him cry. This cannot be good for my karma.
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