Post Traumatic Moving Disorder – My Somewhat True Story

THIS IS A TRUE STORY. (Except for the parts where I exaggerate. . .  or lie. . .  or quote statistics.) On my birthday this year – June 2 – my life took a gigantic U Turn. I moved to Los Angeles. I had been commuting to L.A for two years, and over the course of too many round-trip journeys on too many super-crowded freeways, my buttocks and lower back became permanently molded into the shape of my bucket seat and my once-girlish figure began to resemble an overripe and overgrown pear. Soft and bottom heavy. And so, I became convinced that
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