I sometimes forget how much LA is like a foreign country... this strange land where you wake up, do situps by the ocean while the palm trees sway, where you grab your iced coffee in a corn-based to-go cup, meet your friends for movies at the swanky theater with the reserve seating and the leather couches, stop at the organic market for floss because you know the selection will be good (and you've been worried about all that discarded plastic) and end up going home with one that is not only biodegradable but has a Fresh! Cardamom flavor. This is my life.It's pretty ridiculous.
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