I’m sitting here this morning at a Starbucks in Midtown, sipping on a nonfat, no-whip gingerbread latte and finishing my christmas shopping on my Blackberry.
I’m simultaneously cozy and content, yet have an overwhelming desire to punch myself in the face.
So. Old.
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Stop it, you’re scaring me! I’m only 24 days away from “So. Old.”
please don’t punch your face. i love it.
Full fat Lori, full fat and extra whip. Go big or go home!
As for shopping on the Blackberry, I don’t see nothing wrong with that…
I understand the impulse, but fight it. It’s our life now and it does have its benefits, though they often don’t balance the frustrations.
Have you been spending time in my brain?