I'm totally not listening to "Defying Gravity" from Wicked and writing in my blog instead of studying for my all-important math test today.
Pahaha.
Jacob called me at "9:42" last night and said, "Be ready at 5 tomarrow...in your fancyware."
What?
posted by M.Jazz @ 7:11 AM
To be concise, I can't feel something without describing it. Probably, this is due to some sort of traumatic experience I had in the womb. I hate the expression, "She wears her heart on her sleeve." It makes the subject sound weak and whiny. I concede that I am both of these things, but I don't like to come right out and say it...mostly because I'm an arrogant fool. I'd rather refer to myself as effusive. If you'll sit a while and read, I'm sure you'll agree.
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