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Today = less than stellar. As much as I loved playing the 'I'm going to quit smoking, honest...it just might take a couple years.' game the first time around, I'd rather not play it again. Marg. Boys are too remarkably similar, it seems. Or mebbe I'm just lucky. AND (!!) my Term of Endearment was heartlessly stolen. I am devastated. Just devastated. There is no way to express how devastated I am. --< heart > Golden Girls-- And also the cat tried to claw my leg a little bit. I'm a whiner. Uhm...Harry Potter comes out in two weeks! And I miraculously just happened to be off that day. God loves me. I have a decent amount of gas, I'm more or less paid up for the month bill-wise and...mmyep. Just gotta buckle down and save for Christmas. Or something. Hope my plan doesn't fall through. Wish my new roommates would move in already. I hate coming home to an empty dark lonely apartment. At least I get Miles a solid four and a half days out of the week. And more to come. =D! *insert lovey mush here* It's different from before. This isn't ohmygodobsessivesmothering love, it's comfortable laid-back love. But I still didn't say that I'd marry you, dollface. Mebbe we'll be like our Sims and just live together and have babies all the time. My genes are the good ones. Doofus. *remembers that a livejournal is directed at everyone and not just the SO*
My! Birthday! is coooooming up! The 26th. Saturday after Thanksgiving. I'm totally gonna be working because I work retail, but still. God willing, I won't be closing. So don't wanna be 22. Especially not since it puts me back at four years older than the boyf. So I'm gonna be turning 19 instead. Everyone take note and remember that.
My! Birthday! is coooooming up! The 26th. Saturday after Thanksgiving. I'm totally gonna be working because I work retail, but still. God willing, I won't be closing. So don't wanna be 22. Especially not since it puts me back at four years older than the boyf. So I'm gonna be turning 19 instead. Everyone take note and remember that.