Adam didn't sleep for two nights after I took this picture. Fact.
Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and voguesBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
Who did it? It was me I suppose
If you click on the pic, you'll see she has a little Cookie Monster bling on her pen. I have the same thing on my camera and I thought it was a neat coincidence.
By the way, this is a good time to clear up a misconception. The above scenario is NOT considered ironic. A friend of mine -- whose name I won't mention but we'll appropriately codename her Alanis (you know who you are) -- often confuses coincidence and irony.
For instance (keeping with the Alanis analogy), Rain on your wedding day is not ironic. It's just unfortunate.
Unless ... you're from a rainforest and decided to get married in a desert to avoid the rain on your wedding day, only to have your wedding rained on.
Now, that's irony.
Goodbye, Nagoya. Thanks for the memories.
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