I just want my mom.
Do you feel me?
I just want my mom.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The 2nd 1st Post
Alright, so that was obviously a lame excuse for a first post. It was late, I was tired, and I have a candy-cane striped pop corn box on my desk. You do the math.
Today was tiring but successful in all areas but academic, which is the most important, which makes it all the more guilt inspiring to ignore. To work or not to work. That is the question. The answer is broke and bored.
But, despite this, I managed to have an enjoyable day. Got up at 7, shower, breakfast, mom banging on the piano belting out songs about "The Luck of the Irish" and "Everyone Loves an Irish Girl". Work came after this, followed by an hour of unexpected freedom. Quick tromp through the store in heels. Quick workout. Quick Movie. Quick Blog-update..thing.
Today was quick.
Interesting dreams. Lovely how your fears are often projected in them. Gosh, do I love that. He is not like that, thank you.
Today was tiring but successful in all areas but academic, which is the most important, which makes it all the more guilt inspiring to ignore. To work or not to work. That is the question. The answer is broke and bored.
But, despite this, I managed to have an enjoyable day. Got up at 7, shower, breakfast, mom banging on the piano belting out songs about "The Luck of the Irish" and "Everyone Loves an Irish Girl". Work came after this, followed by an hour of unexpected freedom. Quick tromp through the store in heels. Quick workout. Quick Movie. Quick Blog-update..thing.
Today was quick.
Interesting dreams. Lovely how your fears are often projected in them. Gosh, do I love that. He is not like that, thank you.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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