Ganked from purplellamaboi

Recommend to me:

1. A Movie
2. A Book
3a. A Musical Artist
3b. A Song
3c. An Album
4. A LiveJournal User Not on my Friends List
5. What I Should Have for Dinner
6. A Website
7. A Quote
8. Something Random

Then put this in your LiveJournal and I'll do the same for you.

Ganked from purplellamaboi

Recommend to me:

1. A Movie
2. A Book
3a. A Musical Artist
3b. A Song
3c. An Album
4. A LiveJournal User Not on my Friends List
5. What I Should Have for Dinner
6. A Website
7. A Quote
8. Something Random

Then put this in your LiveJournal and I'll do the same for you.

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Well, the store visit went WONDERFULLY! YAY!

We got so many incredible comments about the condition of the store (and boy, do I feel better about that...) and about our sales. I'm so proud of everyone!

YAY!

Meanwhile, on my day off, I've got a horrible, horrible migraine. Ugh.

(no subject)

Well, the store visit went WONDERFULLY! YAY!

We got so many incredible comments about the condition of the store (and boy, do I feel better about that...) and about our sales. I'm so proud of everyone!

YAY!

Meanwhile, on my day off, I've got a horrible, horrible migraine. Ugh.

High school....meme....

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High school....meme....

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I miss my antistotic. A lot.

I miss his arms, holding me, rocking me to sleep.

I miss his eyes, searching me, searching my soul for answers to the tough questions.

I miss his hands, massaging my head with my headaches, or my knee with pain or even just holding my hand.

*cries*

I just miss him so much. And it's going to be a while before I can visit him.

I hate being this far away from someone I love this dearly.

Actually, I think this is worse than the time he was in the hospital. Nothing I have of his smells like him anymore. Nothing. I miss his scent, the way his hair moved through my fingers. I miss everything.

*cries some more*

I'll be okay...I hope.

(no subject)

I miss my antistotic. A lot.

I miss his arms, holding me, rocking me to sleep.

I miss his eyes, searching me, searching my soul for answers to the tough questions.

I miss his hands, massaging my head with my headaches, or my knee with pain or even just holding my hand.

*cries*

I just miss him so much. And it's going to be a while before I can visit him.

I hate being this far away from someone I love this dearly.

Actually, I think this is worse than the time he was in the hospital. Nothing I have of his smells like him anymore. Nothing. I miss his scent, the way his hair moved through my fingers. I miss everything.

*cries some more*

I'll be okay...I hope.