Pretending I have anywhere else to be would be stupid. Though I will walk one mile a day regardless. On hot days the top floor of my house always stinks. The smell reminds me of rotting fruit. Sweeter than apple pie. I will double click my mouse. I sewed this sequin 'Fun' patch that Grossie gave me onto a stretched out petticoat. The lace sags and makes it unreadable unless I tie it around my neck like a halter top. I don't know if I will ever both to adjust it. I'm a total sucker for imperfection.
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