a measuring stick for my journey
Friday, October 3, 2008
Where, for a brief moment, I give into whining....
But seriously, I am feeling passively rebellious! I don't want to look at any more houses with weird funky smells and hovering realtor in tow. I want a house to magically appear before me, perfect price range, perfect location, perfect size. Also, I don't want to decide on invitations. Why don't ultra-creative, ultra-personal, super cheap invites appear out of thin air? I want to blow off work today, peel off my boots, and sink my toes into the green, green grass while soaking up the last fall rays.
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