Inner-arm tattoos.
Burning the roof of your mouth.
Delivering grandparents' eulogies.
When your favorite TV show airs its series finale.
Losing.
Charley horses.
Hangovers.
Double ruptured eardrums.
Papercuts.
Running in subzero temperatures.
Running into screen doors.
Rejection.
Trying to remember passwords.
Pruning raspberry bushes.
Blisters.
Shin splints.
Shutting your hair in the car door.
Daylight savings.
Gas prices.
Latte prices.
Sparks from the bonfire, landing on your skin.
Highly anticipated albums that are lame.
Amanda Bynes.
The Yankees.
Calluses.
Buying jeans.
Winter.
Bands breaking up.
Hollywood breaking up.
Adam Levine's fiancee.
The offseason.
Tuesdays.
Losing your contact list.
Sneezing through broken ribs.
The dentist.
Traffic.
Heartache.
Heartbreak.
PR's.
TMI's.
Layovers.
Inability.
Strep.
Dogs in tutus.
Sunburnt cleavage.
Paying full price.
Stepping on plastic horses.
Forgetting.
Most status updates.
Change.
Webinars.
Diagnosis.
Having a baby.
And it being August, when she's five.
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