when she says i'm turning seven next week

i love how cold root beer floats make a person. i'm finishing up a homeade one right now and shivering and smiling. i haven't had one, despite constantly saying i've wanted one, in a long time. yay. cold through my spine and arteries.

also i have problems with becoming addicted to certain songs and looping them. um. a lot.

oh, i'm so easy to predict. so easy to read. sorry about that.

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also, to certain p's and c's and c's again and ... s's, i...i know i have been, for the past few months, quite simple hearted and swoony. i haven't generated or recycled into anything even distantly poignant in such a while. i'm sorry.