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I spent today with my Mommy. We went to the art museum, ate spinach and artichoke dip, and bummed aimlessly around the mall, where she secretly put my birthday present on layway.

I found a pair of boots (my birthday present from said Mommy) that made me weep with glee and joy (same thing?) Oh they terrible, and terribly awesome. I cannot wait to wear them. Wear them Where? Well, truly, I don't know yet. My husband will freak the fuck out when he sees them, but I did not buy them, so alas, it is okay. He's not a boot fan. But they are saucy. Oh, so saucy. WEEEEEE!!!

A certain punk boy still makes my heart do funny things in my chest, and my face turn funny colors. As my mother bluntly told me today, I always want what I can't have. And I can't have him (I'm married, he's dating, but Lord, does he flirt). But I have decided that should I ever find myself single, I might go to jail for assault (rape, maybe), cause dammit all, I want him.

I am so tired. I feel as though I haven't slept in weeks. Midterms start Monday, and I have papers due with it. How fantastic is that? And I have sad faces staring up at me, wondering if there will ever be time to play again. No my children, never again. Wait until your father gets home, and ask him.

I'm starving, but I don't know what I want for dinner. It's getting warm out, and I hope it stays getting warmer out. So I don't feel like making the soup I need to make.

I have movies to watch. I don't know which ones, but I have movies, so I am off to watch them.

Smell you later, asshats.