Note to Boston's street musicians who insist on playing "Sweet Caroline" every time I'm at Government Center or Park Street: If the people in the station aren't singing the "woah-oh-oh" part anymore, maybe it's because we've all been hearing "Sweet Caroline" a little too much lately. It's a popular number, but it's growing tiresome. Seriously, it's the only song I've heard the past five times I've taken the train. Share something original for a change.
name: sabine location: boston by way of the sicmon islands
a few things you didn't need to know: i'm the kind of girl who walks into a restaurant, kicks off my shoes, sits with my feet up on the chair, and eats salad with my fingers. and i feel perfectly comfortable with this. basically, i'm inappropriate. i'm a renaissance woman. i'm a misanthrope. i'm compulsively honest. i try to live in the moment. and i'd like to think my antics bring joy and laughter to the world. or at least the few people in on the joke.
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