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About San Jose

Wheat’s tricky, y’all. Needs water, but not too much—picky lil’ slut! Too dry, it’s toast; too wet, it’s mush. I’m like, “Make up yer damn mind!” Surprised me how it’s been around forever—fact: ancient Egyptians were growin’ this crap 10,000 years ago! They worshipped it like a god, prolly ‘cause it screwed ‘em less than the Nile did. Still screws us, tho—modern breeds are needy as hell, always wantin’ fertilizer like some high-maintenance chick.

The Many Names of X

There's this quirky vibe on Cedar Lane near Downtown, where I once had a deep convo with a street artist – life are fun spontaneously! Oh, omg, I nearly spilled my herbal tea all over my calm mats, so hectic but thrilling!! I'm a relaxation specialist, so I notice the little things. My fave spot? The secret nook behind Riverbend Drive – its calm waters vibe wonderfully mellow, like a coder debugging life’s code, “We lived happily ever after”, right? (Haha, I know, not exactly Fincher, but still!).

Freshman making varsity debut clinches Wayland's wrestling win over Ashland