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I've been in a funk all evening for no reason whatsoever and I'm tired, and tired of it, and tired of putting on the many masks of Sarah to make everyone else feel better, and I'm not an insensitive person, not in the least, the exact opposite, in fact, but sometimes I get to the point where I don't care, don't want to care, and then I end up feeling like the crappiest person alive when I don't. I'm tired of it.
Went to Urban Outfitters in Ybor yesterday and bought things and generally did not feel bad about spending, um, $90 on only three items. That section of town, the trolley going by every few minutes reminds me so much of Chicago it hurts, and I miss it there so damn bad.
I've hit 5000 words on my spn_summergen fic. I think it's kind of run away with itself.
This is the best fucking review I've read yet for Jensen's play and it makes me ache and generally feel like a big dumb girl because it kind of makes me weepy. Okay.
And no one really needs to know the noises I make when I see this, but suffice it to say, holy mother of God. Sometimes it just hits me, all over again like new, stomach flips and everything. Ngaaaahh.
Tommorrow I work 3:00-10:30, and wouldn't you know, the third person - imperative for closing - can't work. A two person close. This is going to be thrilling, I'm sure.
Went to Urban Outfitters in Ybor yesterday and bought things and generally did not feel bad about spending, um, $90 on only three items. That section of town, the trolley going by every few minutes reminds me so much of Chicago it hurts, and I miss it there so damn bad.
I've hit 5000 words on my spn_summergen fic. I think it's kind of run away with itself.
This is the best fucking review I've read yet for Jensen's play and it makes me ache and generally feel like a big dumb girl because it kind of makes me weepy. Okay.
And no one really needs to know the noises I make when I see this, but suffice it to say, holy mother of God. Sometimes it just hits me, all over again like new, stomach flips and everything. Ngaaaahh.
Tommorrow I work 3:00-10:30, and wouldn't you know, the third person - imperative for closing - can't work. A two person close. This is going to be thrilling, I'm sure.
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UMMM THAT PIC. Never seen it before, and WOW.
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ISN'T IT JUST. I feel like a 12-year-old girl, all giggly and STUPID NOISES when I look at it. OH BOYS.