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.
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Let me guess - your dreams depicted him as being a flower-wielding, muscularly deficient, eyelash-batting ninny. Am I right?
Everyone does love an irish girl. Except for other irish girls. Because Irish girls are incapable of being lesbians. Most of the time.
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