The Life of A "Working Girl"
Ow. My feet hurt worse than they ever did during Band Camp or Marching Season. Then again, I wasn’t on my feet for 8 hours each, two(after tomorrow, three) days in a row. A working girl’s life, ne? <- P3P walkthrough reference
I’ve been having strange ones lately. Not necessarily drug-induced style, no overly bright colors, just strange in that “how did my subconscious even come up with that” kind of way.
“What kind of messed up ride is this?!” - Junpei P3P Ah, Junpei. So quotable!
Ohmigod, ohmigodohmigod! THEO! He’s… cuter than I thought he’d be… OWo
Tartarus…? What’s that? …Sounds like toothpaste.– Junpei - P3P
Made cookies and brownies. Saving some for work. ~.^ (as a special thank you) Probably too many for just two people, so I’m thinking of sharing, depending on the receptiveness…
I’ve realized, finally, just why I love angsty romances. That twinge my chest gets, and that bittersweet pain, and reading about -supposedly- unrequited love. It’s because it reminds me… of all those (several) times I’ve felt, and hoped, those very same sensations. Though with very different, and disappointing, results…
It’s not fun. It’s the utter lack of, a void of, “fun”. Horrible, horrible thing, boredom. Bah. I’ll just find some new games.
Four hours of sleep, work in an hour and a half, and a nine hour shift. Whoo.
It’s not really anything new, but… I’ve acquired an obsession with Sherlock Holmes. TV Shows, Movies, Books, Games, etc.. One day, I want to be a real, if female, Sherlock Holmes. I wonder if there’s a feminine variation of the name ‘Sherlock’…
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It’s not as if I have much to say, only that, should I need it, the place to say it is there.