I'm over in the OC for my boy's wedding (first friend to get married...gotta be a part of it) and all I can think about is how close I am to a Pinkberry! So sad, yet SO TRUE!
I can just imagine the yummy deliciousness on the taste buds of my tongue and I'm drooling. Hangin out with the homies I haven't seen in a couple of years is cool and all, but what would make this trip complete...is a pit stop at the Pink! I just spent two hours convincing some friends that they need to commute over to their nearest Pinkberry and taste the CRACK for themselves....(tried the local shit, and it aint shit!)
My master plan: convince the homies to go out in LA after the wedding and then somehow manage to be at a spot right next door to yours truly...AND PATAU! I get my fix.
P.S. The OC is pretty fucking ridiculous...the airport especially.
P.P.S. Studying still sucks...
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