If it's a broken part, replace it. Well, if it's a broken heart, then face it.
My purse could kill a small animal, I think.
Newest casualty: my sunglasses. God, come ON. Pulled them out this morning... and they'd snapped, right at the bridge. Mmm. Current location: the trashcan under my desk. At least this gives me an excuse to go out and spend 15% of my paycheck this weekend.
I slept way too much yesterday. I went home after ( Read more... )
Newest casualty: my sunglasses. God, come ON. Pulled them out this morning... and they'd snapped, right at the bridge. Mmm. Current location: the trashcan under my desk. At least this gives me an excuse to go out and spend 15% of my paycheck this weekend.
I slept way too much yesterday. I went home after ( Read more... )
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1. I love that icon. It's so appropriate.
2. Oh, hell. Sunglasses. But hooray for gratuitous spendage of paychecks. What else are they for, anyway?
3. That paragraph about your dreams litterally had me laughing out loud. Helicopter rides? Nudity? AWESOME. >_>
4. I loved your poem in the previous post. I got frustrated just reading it. Oh my God. I want to give this guy a shake of the shoulders for you.
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You know, after reading your beautiful post, I feel quite silly for posting random things like this. Such pointless ramblings from my mind... and you get me all misty-eyed with your deep, soul-infused musings.
Yes, Amy is going on a shopping spree. I'm going to take myself out on Saturday, I've decided. Love the me-time.
And double yes, I would also like to give "this guy" a shake of the shoulders. And more.
Soooooooo repressed. XD
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