I had intentions of trying to write something substantial tonight but I just had a lovely 2 hour freak out. A freak out over the fact that what I thought was smeared mascara was actually the deep dark bags under my eyes.
I’m going to bed.
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Colleen is 29 yrs old and lives with "The Husband" somewhere between Boston and Cambridge. (Ok, this is no longer true but I'm still not ready to admit to this)
Her days are spent searching for needles in haystacks and hugging her coach bag. Her nights are spent doing anything but house work.