With a delicious bird coupled with copious amounts of various starches looming in the near future, what could possibly make me happier?
Going home.
Going home means seeing good friends balks home. It means sleeping in a reasonably comfortable bed. It means not having to wear flip-flops in the god forsaken (one word or two?) shower. It means not having to lug your laundry to a laundry room.
I can't wait. I woke up around 4:30 this morning anxious/excited to be going home.
Then I was pissed b/c it was 4:30. Such is life
I come balks Friday night.
"But if you really cared for her
Then you would've never hit the airport to follow your dreams"
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2 comments:
godforsaken is one word.
It must suck having to wear flip-flops in the shower.
...you have a blog too?
PS this is Jessica...
:)
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