the millenial poet writes
i'm old enough to feel the way i do.
that is. i'll be sending flowers and writing poems while you're ice fishing and mixing stoli and soymilk. this is not to say. i won't be heartbroken. this is to say. i'll be at the wedding.
this weekend was spent with jamine, friends & the godfather. ben and i have completed our godfather kick- we have watched all three godfather's this week. it was definitely a task & i have found myself looking at life through michael's eyes. we now refer to myself as the godmother. this should instill fear in your hearts. dont mess with my family. ben and i sometimes have a strange romance- we watch pretty dark movies on our romantic holidays. its become tradition. this week my mom and i are heading out west- we will be toiling at the foothills of the rocky mountains to check out my life as planned for the next two years. we are leaving quite early tomorrow morning. ben has an awful tummy flu so i am praying that i will stay healthy during our flight tomorrow morning. no getting sick while i am scoping apartments and reading niches!
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