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I….have to go….and leave this here.

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34 weeks now… It’s getting close. Probably why all my dreams are me incessantly worrying about all the things I still need to buy/do….

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I’m craving icecream….or cupcakes…or chocolate covered strawberries…or yogurt.

Oh my fuck. I want some so badddddd….but too sleepy/giant to go to the store to get some.   ugugughghgghhhhhhhh

I have to go now.

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When you’re 21, you’re no fun.

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I have NO idea why I love old people SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much. Fucccck.

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33 weeks.

I’m getting incredibly impatient, but at the same time, nothing is done yet.

We still don’t have a name picked out. JJ is thinking Christian.

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Dear Tyler, the creator.

ugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh <3

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