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BlogHer NaBloPoMo October: started late Oh well

Let's pretend to go back in time. Let's pretend today is October the One-th.

Hello beautiful October, you  gorgeous month, you.

Today's BlogHer prompt is to write about my favorite thing about autumn.

I'm sure you are all waiting with baited breath to know what my personal favorite thing about autumn is. Aren't you?! NO?!

 This is why I don't play with other people, because quite frankly I'm sort of a meanie.

First BlogHer spells favorite like "favourite" which is snobby and annoying unless of course the BlogHer blogger is British and who knows, maybe she is in which case I look like a jerk.

And second of all, I feel suddenly like I'm back in school. I'm torn between thinking, I can do a good job and get an A on this essay and thinking screw this crap, let's cut class and go smoke in the woods behind the school. Not that I did that mind you, but my inner delinquent, a figment of my imagination, is always looking for opportunities to make manifest.

And so with this my friends, I bid you farewell.

 Back to the time machine to see what Tomorrow/Yesterday offers in the way of a blog post prompt.



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