This country isn’t solely defined by people whose concept of it was cemented centuries ago. This defining process is still evolving.
It’s half-grating and half-brilliant and all-makes me want to get high and watch fireworks.
The great thing about the 4th of July is that it gives you a shameless excuse to celebrate the best things about America — excessive food intake, loud noises, and flagrant laziness.
Some idiot once told you that it was good for your plants if you put your butts into the soil, and you want a cigarette bad enough to retrieve even these molding spent cigs, turning some shade between green and blue.
You could have snapped your fingers between the time it took for us to admit our feelings for each other and the time I started leaving clothing at his place. More instant than your coffee. Bam! Dating! Very seriously!