21 more days

Time flies, as they say. I agree totally that there are to few hours left of freedom and too many stacking up of it's opposite.

I live to be out of the house so I'll be sad when the work, which is actually really satisfying, is over.

I've decided that kids have there place.

The corner store guy knows my coffee order. How can I leave?

PS what are you reading

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kaybird99

 

 

 

hows it going with the lifeguard. 

PS    

Im reading 

Create Dangerously:
The Immigrant Artist at Work
Edwidge Danticat

 

PSS your adoreable 

 

 

Create Dangerously:
The Immigrant Artist at Work
Edwidge Danticat

 

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