Alright. I'm about to admit something pretty bold, if truth be told. Here goes. I don't want to live out the rest of my days residing in Utah aka the Beehive State. There. I said it. It's out there and done. A little victory I think I've just won. It's just, well, it's all I've ever known. Seeing how I was the ripe old age of four when my family moved from sunny California. So. But if I ever were to leave this snowy state, I know exactly what tattoo appointment I'd make: to get a jello mold to represent my state, if truth be told. Yeah, that's right. I said a jello mold.
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