like a liar at a witch trial, you look good for your age

If I wasn't 22, I think I'd be rather convinced I'm menopausing or something. Keep getting hot flashes and stuff. Kinda weird, really. I don't like it much.



And my boyfriend rocks. But I've already told you all that, so I'll refrain from gushing. :P



Must go back to check on my lasagna. Gonna be very yummy.

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This was a locked post I did back in may, but I think there's a few of you out here who need to hear these sort of words:

Dear Goddess,

   Hi, it's me, nutmeg. I just wanted to thank you for today. I know I haven't really done that enough, lately. Maybe today hasn't been the best day, maybe the few close friends I have are being dragged further and further away from me, maybe my dad has perma-PMS, maybe my work-manager is clueless, maybe my marks aren't quite as high as I'd like them yet, maybe I don't have the time I want to do everything I like to, maybe my computer is crap, maybe my back is burned, maybe my hair is messy, maybe I can see friends in trouble all around me that I'm helpless to aid, and maybe I'm falling apart on the inside.

Still, I wanted to thank you for today. The sun shone, the wind blew. Birds sang. I've had enough to eat and clothing to cover my body. I ached for those I loved, and remembered that there are those out there that love me, too. I cried, I laughed, I learned something new. You bless me everyday, and I'm sorry for taking things for granted. Thank you for allowing me to remember this today, and help me to keep this in mind everyday.

   love,
      nutmeg

And always remember: when life gives you lemons, toss 'em back and hope you get him in the eye...