| I paint my nails a different color (usually more than one color) everyday. Yesterday at work, a customer commented on them, asking why I paint them. I told him that I do it because color makes me happy and he said, "oh, you'll grow out of that."
What? Seriously? I hope not. Can you imagine living a life where you are unmoved by color? That sounds terrible.
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| I'm excited.
Really REALLY excited.
Great things are happening.
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| Bike riding to work.
I saw the first big fuzzy caterpillar of the year.
Grapes are cheap again.
Life is wonderful.
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| The dryer is hypnotic.
Moxy sits right in front of the light bulb (lamp with no shade), probably because it's wharm. I think she may be a genius.
The dryer just stopped and now it's weird-quiet in my house. My pants are probably going to burn.
Moxy is freaking me out a little. She sits on the corner of the desk, facing away from me, which also puts her facing the full length mirror. She stares at me in the mirror. She probably isn't a genius.
That's about it, I guess.
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