Small Things

Sometimes it's the little things that make you feel fantastic again. For instance, thanks to an afternoon shopping run, I now have new socks, new underwear, two new bras in pretty colors and new pajamas. These were all things I needed to get (except the pajamas), but the possession of said new things is a great, great feeling.

Although I know quite well this will not happen, I still want someone to pop out and tell me that they'll do my sociology worksheet for me.

Fuck it. I'll do it tomorrow morning.

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Becky just posted the last chapter of Eyes of the Jackal.

Seriously haven't found a fic in years that made me cry so hard.

*crawls under covers to cry some more*