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I woke up sometime around 11am, as one of my two pet cats jumped on my face. Random guy I met last night seems to have snuck out earlier this morning, but who needs relationships anyway. I'm totally a feminist, and if he didn't like my unshaved legs I could totally not care less. Half hungover from last night's outing (PBRs and singing around a bonfire in my friend's back yard), I decided to get up and put on the kettle. I made myself a loose leaf chai tea, because going to a coffee or tea shop would just be selling out to the man. After drinking my tea while still in my boy shorts and bra, I shower and pull on my well worn jeans and favourite vintage band tee. Shirt has a small hole in it, likely from all my chain smoking so I grab my messenger bag and head to the thrift store to find a new old shirt for tomorrow. Once there, I browse through their vintage record collection, and then find some clothes. On the way home I stop by the farmer's market and buy some organic, locally grown produce for dinner and debate what local wine to pick up. Dinner goes off without a hitch, and I spend the night being a wino, listening to vynil and snuggling with my cats before dozing off.
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