Dude,
My life becomes more and more like a fairly uninteresting soap opera every day.
Today I sufferred the torment of the..well..tormented... when I realized that I will never be able to compete with my work partner. He is well dressed, articulate, funny, and he has a Coach man's bag.
I am officially his frumpy sidekick.
This commute is killing me. KILLING ME. 58.8 miles each way.
On the bright side, I am completely motivated to get an apartment, ASAP.
I saw the Amish today.
My sister has been recommending Amish romances to me for a while. Trying to lure me away from my trashy novels, I guess. She would be pleased to hear that I read my first Amish romance yesterday. It was epic. There was only one poorly written kiss at the end. (Correct me if I am wrong, but no kissing scene in a book should use the words "spit" and "saliva" more than 6 or 7 times, right?)
You guys, if Henry (my work partner) tells me he can teach me how to do my makeup again, should I laugh? Or is it ok to start crying??
Lori Ann
Can Henry teach me how to do my makeup?! Yay for the Amish romances!! If you start feeling the urge to make quilts and bake bread, come on over!
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