Hey remember today, when I visited Leah at work? I stole that "popping corn" sticker and stuck it on my chest? Well what you might not remember is me ripping it off along with all the hair (and some skin!) underneath it. SO PAINFUL. I have this shiny rectangle patch now.
I packed this evening. And packed. And packed some more. Totaling seven boxes packed for me. Not much in the grand scheme of things. Oh myyy.
Tonight I am up late, facing what can only be labeled as my past. It's not fun. And yet, it's quite hilarious.
I realized I say "haha" too many times when I talk on MSN. I guess it's better than "lol" or even worse, "lolz".
I DIED for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
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