Ummm... Yeah...
I don't really know what to write today. I wanted to write something deep and profound about what I have learned in the year since I left Yemen, but it's just not happening.
Instead I find myself embroiled in a flirt with *gasp horror* a 21-year-old. It's quite a lot of fun, really. Chipper keeps telling me to bed the boy already, but I prefer to play the game a little longer.
It's much more fun this way.
We've got tentative plans for some vodka-induced inebriation this weekend. I'll keep y'all posted.
Now, I'm off to study Macro because my econ prof is psychotic. And then I will giggle girlishly at myself for being distracted by hazel eyes and an... endearing... accent.
Tah-tah
posted by SuperKate @ 4:34 PM
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21 year olds are such fun. Old enough to drink, but still young enough to make you feel naughty. Although, personally, I like green eyes. Or blue. Actually I like girls with eyes. Even glass eyes are good enough. mmmm, girls.
I love . . . accents . . . especially of the Russian kind
whats so wrong with a 21 year-old? You know I was that old when we first started talking.:)
NickyPoodle! Yer alive! Yay! Anyway, when we first started talking I was 23. Now I'm an old lady. 21 seems so young. 22 is acceptable though. I still remember 22... ;0)
I still like to pretend I'm 22
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