So, a boston accent really is as distinctive as people impersonate it as.

I went inside a Walmart for the first time in my life (in Connecticut), run into one of my cousins there, oddly enough, and found deals I would have never expected, ever. When I’m older I wanna drive a huge truck at 3 a.m. down Interstate 95, delivering nothing but boxes and boxes full of school supplies. Why? Because when I make a pit stop I can go to the back, open up a box that I’ll secretly claim to myself but tell the company they were just short one, and let the smell of delicious crayons, new notebooks, pencils, and plastic molted in the shape of protractors take me back to my childhood. Then I’ll step out of my truck and inhale the hundreds of pine trees lining the highway in Virginia.

And then? Then I can keep on driving for hours and hours and hours until I’ve forgotten where I’m from. But this is nonsense I’m speaking.

I encountered a car decked out in everything Spongebob related today. EVERYTHING.