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I saw the cutest book at Barnes and Noble this afternoon. It has actual love notes written by middle school age kids copied in it. The cover looks like a composition notebook. I skimmed through it and I want it so bad. It's adorable. They also have blank sketchbooks on sale there for under $4, and I need a few new journals. But the journal I desperately want from there is this nifty travel journal with signs and stuff--but it's $17. And I am broke. Oh, B&N. You and your website are my true unrequited loves.
Speaking of B&N.com, I found a series of books I used to love when I was younger (that are now out of print) for sale over there. For $1.99 a book. Times like this make me wish I could order stuff online. I want to pretend I'm eleven again. Well, only on Tuesdays.
Ever since my wisdom teeth grew in, I've realized that my bottom teeth are crooked. This is unimportant. But I'd rather have all crooked bottom teeth than my jacked top ones. Bottom teeth can be concealed. Top ones are there for the world to see.
I really need a job. Really.
Speaking of B&N.com, I found a series of books I used to love when I was younger (that are now out of print) for sale over there. For $1.99 a book. Times like this make me wish I could order stuff online. I want to pretend I'm eleven again. Well, only on Tuesdays.
Ever since my wisdom teeth grew in, I've realized that my bottom teeth are crooked. This is unimportant. But I'd rather have all crooked bottom teeth than my jacked top ones. Bottom teeth can be concealed. Top ones are there for the world to see.
I really need a job. Really.
