| after all of this time, you are still fighting for me. here's to you. happy birthday. always. <3 |
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| I love the number five. In fact, I base several of my obsessive-compulsive rituals on the number five or multiples thereof. I also seem to love presents. Hence, this entry. I'm sure you know the rules. Leave a comment, provide your mailing address, receive an extra-special present of an extra-special unspecified variety. In the spirit of giving, I do not even ask that you repost this. I promise that the present will not bite (unless you're into that sort of thing).
I do not promise that you will like it, but I do hope you will.
I'm sure there should be more to this, but you understand. I love you all, whoever and wherever you are. UNNECESSARILY LARGE AND OBNOXIOUS EDIT: Feel free to provide your address via private message, or any other contact channel at your disposal. |
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| Twelve days. Twelve days. Twelve days. I wish this semester would be over, but I suppose Spring Break will have to do. (I hate liars...) |
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| I wish it did not hurt to swallow. I realize how terrible that sounds, but throat infections are no joke. On the bright side, I have medications now. (There's more to this, but I should be preparing for class...) |
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| If you had asked me exactly one year ago where I thought I would be today, my answer would be nothing like my current reality.
I've had so many experiences in the past 366 days (LEAP YEAR).
Beautiful, terrible, amusing, destructive, logical, emotional experiences.
It was absolutely worth it.
Here's to another year!
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