For the past week, I've measured my life in frozen turds. Three-block walk to the subway? Ten turds. A trip to Whole Foods? That's a 30-turd journey. Crossing the street to buy milk at the bodega? That's five lovely clumps of shit that I have lovingly named "Getme," "thefuck," "outta," "here," and "ASAP."
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