I don't want to commit to a name before I'm ready.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Cry me a river.
I'm about all cried out for today. I cried at work, I cried at church, I cried on the way home from church.
He has turned my mourning into laughter...maybe that's why my apartment smelled like paint fumes when I finally got home tonight. It's the holy laughing gas?
This is the blog of a single 25-year-old girl who always dreamed of being a famous author, but might have to just settle for a blog and a byline in the local newspaper.
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