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Wait...what?

Why am I on here? Seriously. I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow to open at AE. So why am I still up? Insolence? Defiance?

Meh. I'm just that bored.


So I made what may turn out to be my first post on BFB--whereat I am now a contributor :D--I'll link to it when/if it gets put through. It's so-so funny. I'm workin on it, guys. Bare with me.

Meanwhile! I did shipment at the store today. I got kinda side-tracked with lameness like sorting hangers (why!?) and other stuff, but I think I still accomplished something. Enough to earn me lots of shipment hours in the future? Who knows.

I had a lovely Valentine's evening :) Freddy (the Boy) and I had a Valentine's-y dinner at his friend's house and otherwise snuggled. It turned out pretty good for last minute, winged-it plans, really.

Anyway, hope to see more of Freddy and AE soon....mmm......if only i could combine them somehow......

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