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So I got this off of Hilary's journal. She's a cool lady.
You are a Dubliner.
What's your Inner European?
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Nothing much going on here. Just looking for jobs when I actually get off my butt. There was one I was hoping to get at the credit union on base, but apparently that didn't pan out.
It's hard to believe it's almost our first anniversary. I still can pinpoint the exact feelings, smells, sensations in general I felt after I got off of the plane to come over here two years ago. Well, I started off sweaty and cold from hiking through Gatwick airport, but that's not really what I mean. The other day we were laying there attempting a bit of night time slumber (and as Jason's noticed, unfortunately for him, that's the time I like to talk), I pointed out how a lot of the time, we still act like we did a year ago, or even two years ago. We still hold hands when we're out walking around. He'll still randomly grab me and plant a kiss on me. I still feel like I have to impress him too. There are water gun fights and moments we run around the house screeching at each other, me usually fleeing from his tickling hands. He still makes up little songs about me, although lately it's been things to the effect of, "You've got stinky britches, you've got stinky britches."
Yeah, we're weird.
But we love it.
You are a Dubliner.
What's your Inner European?
brought to you by Quizilla
Nothing much going on here. Just looking for jobs when I actually get off my butt. There was one I was hoping to get at the credit union on base, but apparently that didn't pan out.
It's hard to believe it's almost our first anniversary. I still can pinpoint the exact feelings, smells, sensations in general I felt after I got off of the plane to come over here two years ago. Well, I started off sweaty and cold from hiking through Gatwick airport, but that's not really what I mean. The other day we were laying there attempting a bit of night time slumber (and as Jason's noticed, unfortunately for him, that's the time I like to talk), I pointed out how a lot of the time, we still act like we did a year ago, or even two years ago. We still hold hands when we're out walking around. He'll still randomly grab me and plant a kiss on me. I still feel like I have to impress him too. There are water gun fights and moments we run around the house screeching at each other, me usually fleeing from his tickling hands. He still makes up little songs about me, although lately it's been things to the effect of, "You've got stinky britches, you've got stinky britches."
Yeah, we're weird.
But we love it.