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You know how we do:

This is Tracey [right], my resident wife and and official bad ass. Today is her birthday, but don't ask her because she'll say it's the 7th. As you may recall, I moved to New York in March of '09 funky fresh out of college to start a wet dream job at an ad agency. Tracey has been an integral contribution to my sanity and acclamation to this retard psycho circus they like to call Manhattan/corporate America/adulthood. There were a million places I could have gone, jobs I could have taken, people I could have met. However, the universe decided it was time for me to meet a friend that reinstates hope in fate; the kind of gal that restores order to the universe and reminds you 'hey, maybe I made the right decision, after all'. She's taken me so many places, and traveled home with me to Ohio and West Virginia. We've been to foggy London town and the Jersey Shore, and next on our list is, in fact, your song of the day. Thanks to a superb recco, I think I've found the track that captures everything I love about said best friend, and everything she's helped me through in such a short amount of time. Happy birthday Czykk, if you thought this quarter of your life was crazy, imagine how the next one's going to be with me in it.

Cheers,
Merman