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Does anyone ever wonder why they keep a blog active that they sporatically and rarely ever post in? Perhaps it's for that small fleeting feeling that once in a while, they might have something logical and meaningful to say... But, those are most likely delusions, and the world goes on.
It's almost time for exams, things are going good with Mike, and my car is in the shop. I'm stuck with "Renty McDave" (yes, we aptly named my rental car that I have while the Yaris is in the shop) for roughly another week and a half. Renty McDave is slowly becoming the bane of my existance. Suzuki Swifts really suck hot monkey chode.
Mum is back in a week, I'm excited. Going to sneak into their house earlier that day, make them dinner, set up a vase of flowers, turn on their heat for them. Now, if I only could remember how to turn of their alarm, this may become a plausible idea.
Time to go shower and pack an overnight bag. Over and out.
It's almost time for exams, things are going good with Mike, and my car is in the shop. I'm stuck with "Renty McDave" (yes, we aptly named my rental car that I have while the Yaris is in the shop) for roughly another week and a half. Renty McDave is slowly becoming the bane of my existance. Suzuki Swifts really suck hot monkey chode.
Mum is back in a week, I'm excited. Going to sneak into their house earlier that day, make them dinner, set up a vase of flowers, turn on their heat for them. Now, if I only could remember how to turn of their alarm, this may become a plausible idea.
Time to go shower and pack an overnight bag. Over and out.