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In regards to the last entry... the thoughts were far from wrong. The french however, that might not have translated as well as I would have liked. I would have had the thoughts without a few beers, so I'm not blaming that either. J'aimerais tre dans le lit avec vous. Clothing isn't even an option, unless in a pile on the floor.

My mom had to show me how to use the ironing board about ten minutes ago. I'm not very domesticated... I'm going to make someone really proud someday. I don't too much cook, I suppose I clean. Not all that nurturing, and taking ones clothes off can only go so far. But I digress... back to the ironing, normally I sneak my uniforms in with my moms stuff, and she does it for me. She's been on disability though, and now I have to iron my own shit. Not so sure how I feel about all of this.

I'm a tad bit sunburnt, and mildly annoyed at todays chain of events, but I'm too lazy to really rant at the moment.

I can almost pull my hair into a ponytail where it doesn't get in my face when I work out. That makes me happy, but I'm sure that you don't care. Yup.



Yup.