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| Climbed up on the roof of the YMCA South today to try to retrieve a yellow plastic picnic table. (how many times do you get to say THAT in a lifetime?) :) ps- I got the table down! And recieved many, many tiny high-five's for my efforts. | | |
| Today is full of: dog issues pee issues (not mine, duh) cinnamon teddy graham crumbs (again, not from me) fantastic music house church buddies unfortunate explitive usage (ok, that one was me) the AQUA barbie girl song oh, so many times phone calls to the fam 12 hours of sleep mexican (food, not men. i wish men!) | | |
| "' cause when I fly solo, I fly so high." -manchester orchestra | | |
| Here is my ode to So I married an Axe Murderer-style poetry: I call it Friday the 13th and Jessie kisses. "9.5 hours of work and 24 tiny wet bathing suits. three bags of torillas, cheese, and sour cream later: Fajitas. Goodbye, Laurel. Hello, Harry Potter. Lovely, lovely, plans to sleep in. " | | |
| I am so tired that last night I cried.
Without reason.
Without trigger.
I apparently, cannot handle all the things that I have to do right now.
And my body is telling me that it's upset about that fact.
Hmm.
Maybe... if you were going to invite me to do something this weekend.... you shouldn't. Maybe I should just let me sleep.
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