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My sisters are singing karaoke. I am drinking champagne while doing my German project.
Happy Monday.
I hope all you IUers have a great Thanksgiving. I will bring everyone back leftover pie and such.
And I guess the rest of you guys too.
And here we have the skirt portion of my new fancy holiday dress that I wore to dinner last night and may or may not have worn to class this morning before realizing it rides ALL the way up when I carry my schoolbag. Regardless, it’s delightful even if it’s kind of insanely ugly. The top is just plain black so I felt the macbook wrangling involved in showing the whole thing was not worth it. Especially when I should be prepping for class.
Do you guys have any festive fun holiday wear?
I am sorry I couldn’t talk longer but I want you to know it made me sooo happy that I saw your name on my caller ID today.
Loveyoumissyouwanttohaveyourbabies.
I will be home in December, like I told you. Please warn the troops.
Never! I love lunchables. They are my life force. However, I’m stranded at school all day and to add insult to injury I know there is delightful leftover Thanksgiving turkey at my house just waiting to be in my stomach.This turkey lunchable pales in comparison to the leftover turkey I know is waiting for me at home.
Sad.Don’t hate too hard on lunchables. Sometimes they are delicious.
This turkey lunchable pales in comparison to the leftover turkey I know is waiting for me at home.
Sad.
I FORGOT TO MENTION BEARD.KG, of course, justifies all over again why I won’t shut up about her. In fairness, you put up with my ranting/verbose anger just as much as I “put up with” your “caps lock anger” (although that description of it did make me giggle). My attention was roused by the Beard Love, the rest kept me reading, though.
It’s nice to have people read my thoughts so often and not consider me horrid for all my intensity that bleeds all over the place. You’d be positively shocked to see in the real world how half the time, it’s there, gripping people by the throat, and the rest of the time, it’s sealed tight, restrained and awkward for its own existence… or maybe even that would make sense to you. I’m delighted at the reciprocal relationship, either way.