I painted my nails black. I bought a new shampoo-hair treatment set that smells like my favorite pasta. I'm anticipating every moment, the clock goes by as if it's crawling slowly like a turtle. Clearly, I'm having butterflies. It feels like high school again before the big cultural night performance. It's like TK event-cram-moment of PubCom...
It's just chat...but the freakin' absence of my precious mug entertains such mundane ideas (well that's OA) and I actually thought of buying another mug, 'cuz I can't freakin' survive without a mug of liquid beside me! Aaargh!
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