Not that I’m complaining, of course. It’s just that between art class and figuring out student loans and work and trying to see people before I leave in…omg, 25 days, it’s a bit difficult to find time for my erstwhile mustachioed paramour. Slash I can’t find my dad’s copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls, and there is no way I’m shelling out 30 bucks at Barnes and Noble. But, er…watch this space? Or don’t. Whatever floats your kayak.
Aug4
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