I am a tattoo in the hillside.

I am addicted to Jamba Juice.

Over the summer I house sat for my father and over the two weeks Original Citrus Squeezes served as entire meals twice a day. Jamba Juice is always within a 15 minute driving distance anywhere in the city (similar to Starbucks’ prevalence but less annoying).

I moved to Philadelphia for college two years ago and spiraled into a serious smoothie withdrawl. There is one cafe on campus that sells smoothies but they are pretty tragic. The nearest good smoothie shack is on Villianova’s campus, but I don’t have a car.

Che Faccia Tosta! I’ll let the song I made up on the way back from failing a calculus quiz tell you the rest:

and yes, I emailed this to them.