Friday, November 19


I wore a dirty shirt to work today. On the sleeve cuff – some mysterious tomato based sauce.

This probably wouldn’t be a big deal to anyone else, but those who know me well will tell you – the most difficult part of the day is figuring out what I’m going to wear in the morning. I HATE it. With the fire of a thousand Novas.

To have a drop of my sister’s abilities in this area would revolutionize my life.

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