ugh, technology.
i did it again. i accidentally deleted a bunch of comments from my blog. you see, every few days, i have to go through and
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i did it again. i accidentally deleted a bunch of comments from my blog. you see, every few days, i have to go through and
“anything you want to post about” last time i’m really looking forward to this weekend… i took friday off and we have monday as a
“a picture of yourself” last time this was last night. martin, nora, and me.
“do you wish for anything at 11:11? if so, what do you wish for?” last time most recently, it was something along the lines of
“what are some little things that make you feel warm and fuzzy?” last time matt cuddling me in the morning hearing the chickens yelling to
“would you rather date someone plain with an amazing persona or someone beautiful with a plain personality?” last time i’d rather date the someone that
it already feels like the month is going to go by quickly… while i’m excited for spring, i’m not excited for time to slip away.
we had a snow day on the 20th and were stuck in the house playing cribbage. i couldn’t get out of my street and we
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