My tummy will not stop talking. All it's saying to me is, "Fill me up, N!" Well, Ummi told me that my body is like a spoiled child, so I will not give it what it wants. Plus, I'm fasting anyway, so no can do, Tums.
I ate only a butter-slathered pita bread this morning. Mmm I can still smell that melted butter on my fingers. :D
where is my interior design textbook. i need that thing. cmon mailman. just understand that a girl named N and her bro named H are taking an interior design class tomorrow and they urgently need that textbook. so kindly deliver it to them right now.
i needa barf.
N
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