happy monday

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i've had some SERIOUS addictions lately.

like real bad. like i have to talk myself into desiring other things. think of ice cream cones des. think of unicorns.

addictions (all of these have been real. and real intense):

-girl scout cookies (heaven help me have an addiction to the gym)

-listening to country music

-chocolate/sweets/bread/thai food/indian food/pasta/kneaders OK food in general

-peeing with the door open

-trucks (i almost hit a median cause i was rubber neckin)

-snowboarding

-dancing (this is getting out of control)

-babies

-playing with my hair (this drives me nuts but still i do it 79.8% of the day)

-cutting class

-cutting fruit (maybe this isnt an addiction..i just enjoy it.)

-waking up every 2 hours to drink from the water glass on my night stand

-tricep exercises

-wedding planning in my head

-praying for sunshine (really just a tan)

-making lists (of places i want to eat when i go home)

-dreaming (of running away with the boy eating strange foods and reading)

ok so maybe it sounds like i'm getting fat..

and i hate addictions.

they're unhealthy.

balance desiree, balance.

recently journaled:

"life has been so different….

i can't wait to go home.

breathe different air….

the sting is gone.

his sounds have faded…

i need a sewing machine.

and a gun."

LIFE IS SOOO good. do i write this every time? it's cause when i stop to think, that's the conclusion i (almost) always come to.

i'm going to go attempt to study the immune system.