If there's anything people take away from my piss-poor legacy, I hope it's what a huge, unabashed fan of "Emily in Paris" I am and will continue to be. People love "90 Day Fiancee," "The Bachelor," and other garbage - allow me "Emily," which is at least harmless, kind of goofy fluff (which does, unfortunately, lean into some stereotypes, as the country of Ukraine knows ). I have already watched Season 2 twice. And honestly my favorite part of this show (despite my crush on Camille Razart and Lily Collins channeling Audrey Hepburn hardcore ) is Ashley Park. This woman has superstar written all over her. She's a bona fide Broadway star, and "Emily in Paris" has served as her pivot into the zeitgeist. "Emily in Paris" is also showcasing her vocal prowess front and center this season, with her covering BTS, "All By Myself," "Sympathtique," and Marilyn Monroe. But the real standout performance is th
Pesky looters of my mid day sun. Looks like rain shouting high on the horizon. Empty the prayer box for the secret grocery list space endeavor. Super sonic black matter clogging the cosmic drain. Soul saving special payment denied. Expired coupon clippings bury the landfill of children's hopes. Shrink wrapped potatoes sprouting third eyes in silence. 100% recycled parchment rolls. Spoils of war listed and taxed for the hungry. And I still have to drive home.
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