I got into a conversation at work the other day about the contingency plans that many single adults have. Because let's be honest, we all want to find love. One mistake I've been guilty of making is settling for my current career path as my Plan B, because Plan A---having a family---still hasn't happened yet.
But recently, I've been trying to focus on making my life as it is my Plan A. After all, it's definitely God's Plan A for me. And while I can't control how everything happens in my life, I've discovered that I can do a lot to fill in the missing pieces. It's as much my responsibility as it is the Lord's.
Which is why I simply love this music video. It's so sweet and profound.
I've been on a kick of following self-made musicians on YouTube, and it's been great, because I find gems like this. :)
31 May 2012
30 May 2012
Lynnae Trivia
So remember those "25 Things You May Not Know about Me" notes that went around on Facebook a few years ago? I guiltily admit that I both wrote one and enjoyed it a lot as I did it. It's actually kind of fun (and indulges the slightly narcissistic side that we all have) to write down what you think are cool facts about yourself. Whether they are actually cool or not is up to interpretation.
I'm going to do a spin on that 25 Things idea. Mostly because I feel the need to update people, but my life is not the most thrilling thing on earth. This is the best I could come up with.
Welcome to my semi-biographical post. (Which, coincidentally, may help me write my biography for the TM Publishing website and figure out what to say in those "share one unusual thing about yourself" sessions that they have so often in singles wards. So yes, this post may be self-indulgent and self-serving. Make fun of me if you want.)
THINGS YOU DEFINITELY KNOW ABOUT ME
(subtitled as things that you should know about me if you consider me a friend)
1. I adore editing. Even the boring parts of editing. I also like grammar, linguistics, and anything else about the English language. I tend to be at my absolute nerdiest when talking about this subject.
2. I talk about the gospel and the Atonement all the time. And I get really excited when secular things teach me something about the Atonement.
3. I'm a bookworm (even if my bookworm-ness is in remission at the moment). I have more books than a single post-college girl should probably be able to afford.
4. I love giving hugs.
5. I grew up moving around a lot.
6. Rambling. It's my specialty. I'm a talker. :)
7. Movies. I love 'em. Too much, maybe, but I do. I have incredibly high movie-marathoning endurance.
8. I love being LDS. It's more than just my religion. It's my life.
THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME
1. Superhero movies are my favorites. Forget chick flicks. I will see a superhero movie over a chick flick any day.
2. I have a blackmail video of Savannah singing the national anthem very poorly (and very late at night) that I've been saving for over 3 years. Just waiting for the opportune moment. Most likely her bachelorette party.
3. I am uncommonly gifted at getting unlost. I may not be the absolute best navigator, but gosh darn it, I can find a creative way to get to our destination if we get off course. This is especially helpful when Google Maps lies about the street names.
4. Talking is my therapy. When I have a difficult choice to make, I usually just need a listening ear. I sort my thoughts out as I'm talking. Most of my personal breakthroughs and insights have come from conversations with my mom, where I find myself suddenly answering my own questions (always aided by prompts from her, of course).
5. I like working out. This is a new development, actually. I hated it while I was growing up, but I've gotten much more consistent about it, and really enjoy it nowadays.
6. I'm a bit of an ice cream snob. I worked at the BYU Creamery for two years and at Cold Stone for a summer without getting sick of either. Unless I'm in a super weird mood, don't ever try to take me out for soft serve. It has to be scoopable. Preferably gourmet. Also, I love gelato.
7. I will probably never complain about your music choices, because I like almost everything, but I will also probably never share my playlists with you, either. Music is personal for me. Any given playlist is usually roughly a soundtrack for my life at the time. With the exception of sharing isolated songs, I'm private about the music I'm currently listening to. As a result, I absolutely loathe those "favorite band/artist" or "favorite song" questions.
8. My side hobby is studying pop culture in a philosophical/psychological context. Much of my current academic reading falls under this category. I fell in love with it when I studied Jungian psychology and how it applied to Inception, The Dark Knight, The Da Vinci Code, and The Lost Symbol in my capstone class at BYU. Been hooked on it ever since.
9. I have a thing for shoes. Especially stilettos. If I could afford it and had the space, I would be happy to fill a room with them.
10. I'm totally a blanket person. Whether I'm cold or not, I love having blankets around. This is why I like to keep my living spaces cool, especially at night.
11. Kisses over hugs. Every time. But only if it's someone I'm in a relationship with. I won't do NCMOs.
12. I'm shockingly tech-savvy and can assemble most electronic systems (the plugging-stuff-in parts, not the build-from-scratch kinds of things, though, given time and adequate instructions, I could probably do that, too) as well as troubleshoot a lot of basic software issues. I can also understand computer engineer and computer programmer (yes, there's a difference between the two) speak most of the time. It's fun.
13. I think it would be awesome to go snowshoeing with my husband (when I have one), build an igloo, and sleep in it for a night. No one understood this seemingly random date idea until I told my mom, and she thought it was cool, too. No pun intended.
THINGS I WISH PEOPLE DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT ME
1. I'm a total lightweight when it comes to NyQuil. Last time I tried it on my sinus infection, it knocked me out cold for about 20 minutes, and then I woke up with a fuzzy brain and a malfunctioning brain-mouth filter. I could hear myself talking (and remember most of it) but I couldn't seem to stop every thought from coming right out.
2. I can stand incredibly cheesy movies/shows/songs/books and have been caught red-handed enjoying them on more than one occasion. Like the movie Thunderbirds. No one should know that I like that movie. (Ironically, all of you now do know it. Keep my secret or else!) I prefer to keep my guilty pleasures private.
3. I scream like a little girl when my dad turns lights off too suddenly. Years of having him jump out at me from dark corners has trained me to really, really hate when the lights go off and he's still in the room.
4. I make really funny noises when I'm surprised, poked, or tickled. Or sometimes for no reason at all. Unfortunately my "friends" use this for their own amusement far too often.
FINAL FUN FACT
Yes, there are actually 25 things on this list. So technically, it is a "25 Things" list. Just... a little more customized than normal.
In other news, life is pretty good. I'm flying home to Texas to visit my family (and celebrate my birthday!) on Friday. I've been looking forward to this since like, February. Just a little bit excited. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I'm going to do a spin on that 25 Things idea. Mostly because I feel the need to update people, but my life is not the most thrilling thing on earth. This is the best I could come up with.
Welcome to my semi-biographical post. (Which, coincidentally, may help me write my biography for the TM Publishing website and figure out what to say in those "share one unusual thing about yourself" sessions that they have so often in singles wards. So yes, this post may be self-indulgent and self-serving. Make fun of me if you want.)
THINGS YOU DEFINITELY KNOW ABOUT ME
(subtitled as things that you should know about me if you consider me a friend)
1. I adore editing. Even the boring parts of editing. I also like grammar, linguistics, and anything else about the English language. I tend to be at my absolute nerdiest when talking about this subject.
2. I talk about the gospel and the Atonement all the time. And I get really excited when secular things teach me something about the Atonement.
3. I'm a bookworm (even if my bookworm-ness is in remission at the moment). I have more books than a single post-college girl should probably be able to afford.
4. I love giving hugs.
5. I grew up moving around a lot.
6. Rambling. It's my specialty. I'm a talker. :)
7. Movies. I love 'em. Too much, maybe, but I do. I have incredibly high movie-marathoning endurance.
8. I love being LDS. It's more than just my religion. It's my life.
THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME
1. Superhero movies are my favorites. Forget chick flicks. I will see a superhero movie over a chick flick any day.
2. I have a blackmail video of Savannah singing the national anthem very poorly (and very late at night) that I've been saving for over 3 years. Just waiting for the opportune moment. Most likely her bachelorette party.
3. I am uncommonly gifted at getting unlost. I may not be the absolute best navigator, but gosh darn it, I can find a creative way to get to our destination if we get off course. This is especially helpful when Google Maps lies about the street names.
4. Talking is my therapy. When I have a difficult choice to make, I usually just need a listening ear. I sort my thoughts out as I'm talking. Most of my personal breakthroughs and insights have come from conversations with my mom, where I find myself suddenly answering my own questions (always aided by prompts from her, of course).
5. I like working out. This is a new development, actually. I hated it while I was growing up, but I've gotten much more consistent about it, and really enjoy it nowadays.
6. I'm a bit of an ice cream snob. I worked at the BYU Creamery for two years and at Cold Stone for a summer without getting sick of either. Unless I'm in a super weird mood, don't ever try to take me out for soft serve. It has to be scoopable. Preferably gourmet. Also, I love gelato.
7. I will probably never complain about your music choices, because I like almost everything, but I will also probably never share my playlists with you, either. Music is personal for me. Any given playlist is usually roughly a soundtrack for my life at the time. With the exception of sharing isolated songs, I'm private about the music I'm currently listening to. As a result, I absolutely loathe those "favorite band/artist" or "favorite song" questions.
8. My side hobby is studying pop culture in a philosophical/psychological context. Much of my current academic reading falls under this category. I fell in love with it when I studied Jungian psychology and how it applied to Inception, The Dark Knight, The Da Vinci Code, and The Lost Symbol in my capstone class at BYU. Been hooked on it ever since.
9. I have a thing for shoes. Especially stilettos. If I could afford it and had the space, I would be happy to fill a room with them.
10. I'm totally a blanket person. Whether I'm cold or not, I love having blankets around. This is why I like to keep my living spaces cool, especially at night.
11. Kisses over hugs. Every time. But only if it's someone I'm in a relationship with. I won't do NCMOs.
12. I'm shockingly tech-savvy and can assemble most electronic systems (the plugging-stuff-in parts, not the build-from-scratch kinds of things, though, given time and adequate instructions, I could probably do that, too) as well as troubleshoot a lot of basic software issues. I can also understand computer engineer and computer programmer (yes, there's a difference between the two) speak most of the time. It's fun.
13. I think it would be awesome to go snowshoeing with my husband (when I have one), build an igloo, and sleep in it for a night. No one understood this seemingly random date idea until I told my mom, and she thought it was cool, too. No pun intended.
THINGS I WISH PEOPLE DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT ME
1. I'm a total lightweight when it comes to NyQuil. Last time I tried it on my sinus infection, it knocked me out cold for about 20 minutes, and then I woke up with a fuzzy brain and a malfunctioning brain-mouth filter. I could hear myself talking (and remember most of it) but I couldn't seem to stop every thought from coming right out.
2. I can stand incredibly cheesy movies/shows/songs/books and have been caught red-handed enjoying them on more than one occasion. Like the movie Thunderbirds. No one should know that I like that movie. (Ironically, all of you now do know it. Keep my secret or else!) I prefer to keep my guilty pleasures private.
3. I scream like a little girl when my dad turns lights off too suddenly. Years of having him jump out at me from dark corners has trained me to really, really hate when the lights go off and he's still in the room.
4. I make really funny noises when I'm surprised, poked, or tickled. Or sometimes for no reason at all. Unfortunately my "friends" use this for their own amusement far too often.
FINAL FUN FACT
Yes, there are actually 25 things on this list. So technically, it is a "25 Things" list. Just... a little more customized than normal.
In other news, life is pretty good. I'm flying home to Texas to visit my family (and celebrate my birthday!) on Friday. I've been looking forward to this since like, February. Just a little bit excited. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
29 May 2012
12 May 2012
Accomplishments
So, life has settled into a humdrum of daily routine. Sleep. Eat. Work. Rinse and repeat. And while I'm earning money and that's great, I haven't been feeling all that productive. So I've made a list of some of my recent accomplishments.
1. I survived a bus ride with a crazy old man who apparently wanted to tear my hair out and break my jaw because I was talking (quietly, I might add) to my friend. ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. I may or may not have been a little scared of him. (Okay, a lot scared of him.) But I managed to get to my stop with all of my hair and my jaw still intact.
2. I finished a book! Considering my post about not being able to read anymore, this is actually a big deal.
3. I moved furniture and upgraded my entertainment system all by myself. I've done this before because I'm surprisingly tech-savvy, but I'm still pleased with myself each time it works.
4. I've massaged out the semi-permanent charlie horses in my calves after overworking them last week. Trust me. It was a major accomplishment that I managed to walk at all during this last week. I didn't know my legs could hurt that bad.
5. My room is clean. It may be pathetic that this is an accomplishment, but sadly, it is.
6. I found an awesome typo in Iron Man. Yes, I'm nerdy enough to consider this an accomplishment.
7. I'm blogging again. I consider this an accomplishment.
1. I survived a bus ride with a crazy old man who apparently wanted to tear my hair out and break my jaw because I was talking (quietly, I might add) to my friend. ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. I may or may not have been a little scared of him. (Okay, a lot scared of him.) But I managed to get to my stop with all of my hair and my jaw still intact.
2. I finished a book! Considering my post about not being able to read anymore, this is actually a big deal.
3. I moved furniture and upgraded my entertainment system all by myself. I've done this before because I'm surprisingly tech-savvy, but I'm still pleased with myself each time it works.
4. I've massaged out the semi-permanent charlie horses in my calves after overworking them last week. Trust me. It was a major accomplishment that I managed to walk at all during this last week. I didn't know my legs could hurt that bad.
5. My room is clean. It may be pathetic that this is an accomplishment, but sadly, it is.
6. I found an awesome typo in Iron Man. Yes, I'm nerdy enough to consider this an accomplishment.
7. I'm blogging again. I consider this an accomplishment.
ASkldhfpaoiwuewoiajd!!!
Yep. That was my reaction when I found out that they're making a Captain America 2. Ask Savannah. I got so excited my tongue stopped working.
Incidentally, that also sums up my speaking ability throughout the entire Avengers movie. Which yes, I have now (FINALLY!) seen. And I can neither confirm nor deny that I was doing this:
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on the inside the entire time.
I am such a fangirl.
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| Why yes, this is Hawkeye (from the Avengers) doing the crazy-dance in an interview. How did you know? Now I really want to find this vid. |
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on the inside the entire time.
I am such a fangirl.
11 May 2012
I Can't Read!
So I made a somewhat distressing discovery recently. I can't read anymore.
Okay, obviously, I still have the ability to read (and write... I hope). But I just can't sit down, open a great book, and read for hours on end. Even if that book is a page-turner (and the one I'm trying to read right now does, in fact, fall into that category). No matter how much I like the book, I'll put it down after 10-15 minutes.
I'M BROKEN!
Why has the voracious bookworm's appetite died? Turns out this is a completely unforeseen side effect of being a proofreader. We've been reading aloud in teams of two through ALL of the Book of Mormon and the Bible.
Yes, I just finished reading the Old and New Testaments. Probably for the first time in my life. (Okay, second, but I got nothing out of it when I read them for seminary.)
But I suppose when you're reading for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, it tends to overload even my insatiable appetite for reading. As a result, I have no attention span for reading anymore.
And I hate it.
I don't hate reading. I still know that I love it. I just can't do it anymore.
Curses.
Oh, and incidentally, I also can't read aloud anymore. Not in any situations where I'm required to read the way a normal person would, anyway. Because as a proofreader, I'm now used to reading every piece of punctuation, every footnote, every capital letter and italic word... you know, all of it.
So once upon a time, I sat in class at church. Being the contributor that I am, I volunteered to read a quote when the teacher asked. Okay, brain, here's the deal, don't read any commas, okay? You're not proofing right now. So I read along great, managing to tell myself not to read the commas and still reading the words at the same time. Then I got to the period at the end of the sentence. "Point"! You're supposed to say "point" for a period! My brain was practically screaming at me, and I froze. What do I do if I don't say it? How on earth will people know that the sentence is over and I'm starting a new one? Wait. They don't know what "point" means. It's okay. But what do I say instead? OHMYGOSH I've forgotten everything I knew about reading out loud like a normal person! (Keep in mind, I'm still in the middle of reading this quote, and a longish awkward pause is starting to ensue as I pause to have this mental war with myself. Hopefully they just thought I was overcome with emotion at the beauty of the quote...) Okay, skip the point. Don't read the capped letter. Just get through this last, stupid sentence, and Never. Read. Out. Loud. Again. And thus ended the most stressful seconds of my life. The stupid part is that I was just reading a quote in class. Last time I checked, that's not supposed to be a major cause of stress.
So yeah. I can't read. It's great. (Not.)
On the other hand, I find stuff like this uproariously funny now. Because that's basically how it works. (Sadly though, the sounds are less fun than the ones he makes...)
So, what do you do with a broken bookworm who can't read anymore? Why, take her to see The Avengers, of course. And there you have my grand plans for tonight. :)
Okay, obviously, I still have the ability to read (and write... I hope). But I just can't sit down, open a great book, and read for hours on end. Even if that book is a page-turner (and the one I'm trying to read right now does, in fact, fall into that category). No matter how much I like the book, I'll put it down after 10-15 minutes.
I'M BROKEN!
Why has the voracious bookworm's appetite died? Turns out this is a completely unforeseen side effect of being a proofreader. We've been reading aloud in teams of two through ALL of the Book of Mormon and the Bible.
Yes, I just finished reading the Old and New Testaments. Probably for the first time in my life. (Okay, second, but I got nothing out of it when I read them for seminary.)
But I suppose when you're reading for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, it tends to overload even my insatiable appetite for reading. As a result, I have no attention span for reading anymore.
And I hate it.
I don't hate reading. I still know that I love it. I just can't do it anymore.
Curses.
Oh, and incidentally, I also can't read aloud anymore. Not in any situations where I'm required to read the way a normal person would, anyway. Because as a proofreader, I'm now used to reading every piece of punctuation, every footnote, every capital letter and italic word... you know, all of it.
So once upon a time, I sat in class at church. Being the contributor that I am, I volunteered to read a quote when the teacher asked. Okay, brain, here's the deal, don't read any commas, okay? You're not proofing right now. So I read along great, managing to tell myself not to read the commas and still reading the words at the same time. Then I got to the period at the end of the sentence. "Point"! You're supposed to say "point" for a period! My brain was practically screaming at me, and I froze. What do I do if I don't say it? How on earth will people know that the sentence is over and I'm starting a new one? Wait. They don't know what "point" means. It's okay. But what do I say instead? OHMYGOSH I've forgotten everything I knew about reading out loud like a normal person! (Keep in mind, I'm still in the middle of reading this quote, and a longish awkward pause is starting to ensue as I pause to have this mental war with myself. Hopefully they just thought I was overcome with emotion at the beauty of the quote...) Okay, skip the point. Don't read the capped letter. Just get through this last, stupid sentence, and Never. Read. Out. Loud. Again. And thus ended the most stressful seconds of my life. The stupid part is that I was just reading a quote in class. Last time I checked, that's not supposed to be a major cause of stress.
So yeah. I can't read. It's great. (Not.)
On the other hand, I find stuff like this uproariously funny now. Because that's basically how it works. (Sadly though, the sounds are less fun than the ones he makes...)
So, what do you do with a broken bookworm who can't read anymore? Why, take her to see The Avengers, of course. And there you have my grand plans for tonight. :)
02 May 2012
Body Language
"Hey, Lynnae, you know that spot on your ribs that you never ever think about? Guess what? It hurts! That means you've been working out!"
"Hey, Lynnae, your butt hurts! You've been working out!"
"Oh hi there. Your calves are burning. You've been working out!"
"Did you know your back muscles could feel tight in that particular direction? No? Well, it's because you've been working out!"
"Ooh! Your skin is tingly! You got some sun!"
"Ha! An itch! You totally should have stayed out of the grass---you know, since you're allergic and all..."
"Oh. That. Yeah, that probably shouldn't ache. Maybe you shouldn't have attempted the splits on the slippery grass last night."
Yeah, thanks, body. I think I've got the message. I stepped up my workout routine and did some crazy stuff at the game night last night. I don't really need the minute-by-minute report.
So yeah. I've tamed at least a tiny portion of my hectic life in order to allot some workout and soak-up-the-sun time every day. It's nice. When I sit perfectly still so that my body has nothing new to tell me.
Other than that, I'm living a double life as a secret agent attempting to take down the world's best villain and I never seem to have down time anym-- oh wait. My fantasies are popping out into the real world again. Sorry.
I am living a double life. I'm a pro proofreading-lingo-babbler (yes, it does sound like a foreign language... or maybe just a bizzaro speech impediment) by day, and I moonlight as a copyediting ninja and bestfriend-to-my-ex-roomies on the weekends. Including superfast (not) transportating powers between Provo and Bountiful. Squeeze in shopping for food, cooking food, eating food, working off extra pounds from said food, maintaining social lives in two valleys, holding down a calling, and attempting (hahahahahahaha) to read educational, skill-building books to make me a better editor, and I make Prince Humperdink's to-do list look like Santa's Naughty List if he delivered Christmas presents to Angel Central. That made no sense. (Wow. I have so many red squiggly lines in this entry. I think I may have accidentally on purpose made up like, five new words just in this paragraph. Either that, or Chrome's spellchecker hates descriptive linguistics and arbitrarily closed compounds...)
Bed. Bed sounds like a good idea. (Body update: muscles are really excited about this lying down and snuggling into pillows idea.)
Sorry about the randomness. I must have left my sanity down in Provo this week. You know how it is traveling back and forth all the time. One week you forget the straightener, the next it's your sanity. Something always gets left behind. Remind me never to be a famous singer who tours the world. I don't even want to know what I'd lose along the way. I'll resort back to that have-Batman-take-me-out-for-stealing-his-identity backup plan first.
G'night. Slightly more informative blog posts to come.
Maybe.
I have notes and ideas, at least.
Cheers.
Yep. Still love him. (Same guy as the last music video. Much younger here, though.) Conveniently, the chorus of this song summarizes my life right now. Although I wouldn't mind the addition of a wacky, attractive man trying to make my day even better.
I really am living the good life. Promise. :)
"Hey, Lynnae, your butt hurts! You've been working out!"
"Oh hi there. Your calves are burning. You've been working out!"
"Did you know your back muscles could feel tight in that particular direction? No? Well, it's because you've been working out!"
"Ooh! Your skin is tingly! You got some sun!"
"Ha! An itch! You totally should have stayed out of the grass---you know, since you're allergic and all..."
"Oh. That. Yeah, that probably shouldn't ache. Maybe you shouldn't have attempted the splits on the slippery grass last night."
Yeah, thanks, body. I think I've got the message. I stepped up my workout routine and did some crazy stuff at the game night last night. I don't really need the minute-by-minute report.
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Other than that, I'm living a double life as a secret agent attempting to take down the world's best villain and I never seem to have down time anym-- oh wait. My fantasies are popping out into the real world again. Sorry.
I am living a double life. I'm a pro proofreading-lingo-babbler (yes, it does sound like a foreign language... or maybe just a bizzaro speech impediment) by day, and I moonlight as a copyediting ninja and bestfriend-to-my-ex-roomies on the weekends. Including superfast (not) transportating powers between Provo and Bountiful. Squeeze in shopping for food, cooking food, eating food, working off extra pounds from said food, maintaining social lives in two valleys, holding down a calling, and attempting (hahahahahahaha) to read educational, skill-building books to make me a better editor, and I make Prince Humperdink's to-do list look like Santa's Naughty List if he delivered Christmas presents to Angel Central. That made no sense. (Wow. I have so many red squiggly lines in this entry. I think I may have accidentally on purpose made up like, five new words just in this paragraph. Either that, or Chrome's spellchecker hates descriptive linguistics and arbitrarily closed compounds...)
Bed. Bed sounds like a good idea. (Body update: muscles are really excited about this lying down and snuggling into pillows idea.)
Sorry about the randomness. I must have left my sanity down in Provo this week. You know how it is traveling back and forth all the time. One week you forget the straightener, the next it's your sanity. Something always gets left behind. Remind me never to be a famous singer who tours the world. I don't even want to know what I'd lose along the way. I'll resort back to that have-Batman-take-me-out-for-stealing-his-identity backup plan first.
G'night. Slightly more informative blog posts to come.
Maybe.
I have notes and ideas, at least.
Cheers.
Yep. Still love him. (Same guy as the last music video. Much younger here, though.) Conveniently, the chorus of this song summarizes my life right now. Although I wouldn't mind the addition of a wacky, attractive man trying to make my day even better.
I really am living the good life. Promise. :)
01 May 2012
May Day!
Right on cue, and appropriate for the pun involved, my body is sending out a distress call for chocolate RIGHT NOW.
Thanks, cramps. I love you too. (Not.)
Although, to be fair, I don't mind the free pass to indulge in chocolate.
I have more to say. Once I get back from submerging myself in a chocolate fountain.
Peace, love, and chocolate, my friends.
Thanks, cramps. I love you too. (Not.)
Although, to be fair, I don't mind the free pass to indulge in chocolate.
I have more to say. Once I get back from submerging myself in a chocolate fountain.
Peace, love, and chocolate, my friends.
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