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Yesterday my mother and I polished off a bottle of merlot by ourselves... Yeeeaaahhh.... She made me drink most of it, which was nice because I was horribly frustrated with life. Then I preceded to satisfy my girlsih nerdiness... and I have yet to finish the damned thing. Oh so close though... On the flipside, my randomly rebellious and (admittedly) crazy hormonal half wants to see a certain someone, but it's being reigned in with slight trepidation, respect, and optimism laced with more patience than cocaine on a dollar bill. Well... easily more than that, but I liked the metaphor. Oh, and a huge freakin' dose of reality... that stings a little but nothing a quick bit of randomness can't soothe.
Oh well. I can live off of daydreams and fantasies for a few more nights, I suppose. They taste like candy anyways.
Maybe... I should distract myself tomorrow. Distractions are wonderful.
Oh well. I can live off of daydreams and fantasies for a few more nights, I suppose. They taste like candy anyways.
Maybe... I should distract myself tomorrow. Distractions are wonderful.