and to my dismay.....i'm back. back to square 2. better than 1...but it's still 2. someone please give me a gold star. it's wayyy past the point of guidance and advice. all i can really soak in is support. so i begged them for it. thank you very much.
only in LA would you vallet your car to go to the gym. ACs have never lived so well. we somehow manage to find our way around it...or in it...or above it. P.I.C. forrrr suuuureee.
"you look like you've become a drunk lesbian."
-an old friend whose only perception of what i've been up to has been developed from my fb pictures.
true. and true. and according to our plans next weekend, this perception will only escalate from here. and it doesnt bother me one bit.
we're hoping for a good surprise by the end of this week. if the phone call comes, i guarantee the PIC and i will be screaming on the 22nd floor. we must not miss the highfive this time. the CC drawer is inevitable...and we both agree on this. it's OURS. i can smell it.
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