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Well. It's 6:28 AM. That means only THIRTY TWO minutes until my relief is here. Who just happens to be the stupid fucking bitch who took my supervisor job. I only mean that quarter-heartedly. Tomorrow we're supposed to find out for the house. I took a leap of faith and let my hopes soar, so we'll see if the power of thought actually does anything. I just love that house so much, I would love to live there and help it flourish and the backyard just makes me want to have bbqs with steak and chicken and coolers of beer and pitchers of margaritas and some raspberry snapple for my sexy sexy nonalcoholic baby. Lots of coca cola too. A frisbee and some yard darts or something. Cards. It'd be so great. Warm summer air, sitting on the wooden swing with my love. Perfection. Watching the stars rise, making wishes. I could see my life taking the next step in that house. Me cooking dinner watching Spencer mow through the window, looking over to catch a wink from him and blow a kiss. Baking birthday cakes, hanging ornaments, planning my first Thanksgiving.
Sigh. To be hopeful is devine.
Fuck, that only took 3 minutse to type! Damn WPM.
Well. It's 6:28 AM. That means only THIRTY TWO minutes until my relief is here. Who just happens to be the stupid fucking bitch who took my supervisor job. I only mean that quarter-heartedly. Tomorrow we're supposed to find out for the house. I took a leap of faith and let my hopes soar, so we'll see if the power of thought actually does anything. I just love that house so much, I would love to live there and help it flourish and the backyard just makes me want to have bbqs with steak and chicken and coolers of beer and pitchers of margaritas and some raspberry snapple for my sexy sexy nonalcoholic baby. Lots of coca cola too. A frisbee and some yard darts or something. Cards. It'd be so great. Warm summer air, sitting on the wooden swing with my love. Perfection. Watching the stars rise, making wishes. I could see my life taking the next step in that house. Me cooking dinner watching Spencer mow through the window, looking over to catch a wink from him and blow a kiss. Baking birthday cakes, hanging ornaments, planning my first Thanksgiving.
Sigh. To be hopeful is devine.
Fuck, that only took 3 minutse to type! Damn WPM.