I'm a poop miester.
Sometimes, I throw tantrums.
I totally felt like that kid.
It doesn't matter that I am a 22 year old woman going to business school.
I still have fits of the RAGE.
My poor fiance.
We are still figuring out the date.
Thanks school, for messing that one up.
Oh well. It's a trial I'm ok having.
Business school>wedding date.
We will get married--someday. I don't doubt that.
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