Or at least where the heart doesn't chew itself up only to spit out a sobbing, rotting mess covered in festering wounds. Not to say that I am said mess, but it isn't hard to figure out who I'm talking about on a blog that no one reads. Usually, I am just addressing myself - for anyone (nonexistent) who hasn't got that out of the previous sentence. Home is just so wholesome. Family is so wholesome. Pets are so wholesome. Coming home for even just a weekend is likely taking a vitamin that not only gives neon yellow pee, it also gives you a pep in your step and a giggle to creep people out with. Not that I mind, because mind you, I've got the giggles and don't really give a damn on what you think. That's what the power of having the giggles means. A shoutout to Tina Fey's Bossypants that has managed to keep me from dissolving more often than I would have without a daily dose of giggles (which, for the record was twice this week. With Bossypants, that is).
Have to trek back to campus in an hour. Can't take my family with me, but I can think about them as often as I want. And giggle when necessary.
Giggle away, my friends.
Have to trek back to campus in an hour. Can't take my family with me, but I can think about them as often as I want. And giggle when necessary.
Giggle away, my friends.
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