3/24/2012
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3/24/2012
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2/14/2012
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I just put two new folders on my laptop desktop.
(and when I say “my laptop” I mean my boyfriend’s laptop that I use more than he does)
One folder says “PORN” and is full of pictures of Rick Astley.
The other says “Mandi’s Porn” and is full of pictures like this:

1/29/2012
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| Me: | Oh hey. I don't work on Valentine's Day. |
| Caswell: | I don't know if I do. Is that a Sunday? |
| Me: | It's a Tuesday. |
| Caswell: | I have it off too! What's up?! Bromance! |
| *he and my boyfriend high-five* | |
| Boyface: | Don't worry baby. We'll do something nice on Monday. |
| Me: | *glares* |
12/27/2011
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12/20/2011
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It sucks missing someone so goddamn much even though you live with them and see them every day.
8/8/2011
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I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I’m not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
And I’m not keeping now the strength I need to push me
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
And dreaming when they’re gone
‘Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I’m alone
Home
Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I’m still breathing
And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept
In an unlocked place the only time I feel safe
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
And dreaming when they’re gone
‘Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
Home
Yeah, hee
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
And dreaming when they’re gone
‘Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
Home, home
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
Home, home
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
Home, home
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
Home, home
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
7/19/2011
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| Zech: | I'm leaving you now. |
| Steve: | And he doesn't just mean for his trip. |
| Zech: | Hahaha. Right. STEVE. I AM ENTRUSTING YOU WITH MY GIRLFRIEND. AND MY ROOM. AND ALL MY THINGS. I WILL BE BACK IN A FEW YEARS. I EXPECT PROGRESS! |
| Steve: | I will have a long, luscious beard by then. |
| Mandi: | Right, because that's all that matters. Haha. |
| Zech: | It is all that matters. I WILL SEND YOU MONEY EVERY WEEK. IS $450 ENOUGH? WELL, I'M OFF. I WILL BE IN THE CARIBBEAN, BANGING LOCALS. |
| Mandi: | Zech! ... I love you. |
| Zech: | I love you too. |
6/6/2011
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★ discovered on imgfave.com (social image bookmarking)
6/6/2011
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★ discovered on imgfave.com (social image bookmarking)
6/5/2011
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