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by raen

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Start and Stop


I keep starting and stopping on here. I go to write something, anything, and then I don't. It's not as though I don't have anything to say because I do; it's just that I don't feel like it. That's just the way she goes sometimes. 


Chris and I went to the mall yesterday with his mom. Before that we went and she bought an end table to match the other one we have in our livingroom. We passed Michael Hill (jewellery store) and oohed and aaahhed at the jewels there. She and I gaped at pretty purple rings while Chris stared at pretty watches. Then Chris pointed out the necklace he bought me four our two year anniversary. I love that necklace. It's so pretty.  This year I was thinking I'd get that neat constellation thing framed with a significant date on it. Obviosly our first date will be the date I put in it. I know where in the house it could go too. There's this perfect spot above the red reading chair that I think it'll look great in. It's three years this year. I know it's not long, but it feels like always. It's just right being with him. Everything just clicks. Cue the corny music and the birds chirping. LOL


Just got my nails redone. A dark blue with a matte finish instead of high gloss. Looks pretty awesome. I prefer the shine but the guy recommended I try the matte at least once so I did. Maybe what'll I'll do next time is have one nail matte and the rest glossy the next time. First world musings, I suppose.


Leah and Jeremy are getting married soon. Her bachelorette is tomorrow. I'm dreading it. I'm going to only know her. I might have slipped and told a couple of my coworkers which bar it is taking place at, and they may or may not crash it. Who knows. The worst part is that this group of ladies are all going to be super young. Jeremy (one of my older siblings) is marrying Leah, who is ten years younger than him. Which makes me eight years older than her. Barf. All of her friends are going to be around the same age. And if the location is any indication, I'm going to be uncomfortable and unable to relate to anyone. It sucks, but it's not my day. 

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