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Stalling


I really want to change my template on here, but can't seem to find one that I like...or if I do find one I like, it always seems really difficult to get it going. I want something 'sunnier', 'shinier'.

I'm stalling a little, and don't quite know why. I already dropped Gabby off at my parent's house. Then the plan was to come home, eat breakfast, shower, and head over to JC's and go back to sleep with him. Maybe I just needed a little moment to veg. I had horrible dreams last night. I woke up from one that left me with that scared feeling where you can't move or do anything, and then the phone rang and scared me more. It was JC, and he had just woke up from a really bad dream...he was reliving his whole ordeal, but I was there watching the whole thing...I don't really remember talking to him that much and exactly what he said...I swear we're on the exact same wavelength. It can be really creepy sometimes the way we finish each other's sentences or the amount of times we say, "I was going to say that!" Now, we're dreaming and waking up at the same freakin' time.




Maybe I'm stalling because I miss waking up to this face. And that makes me feel bad because it's a very selfish thought. I'm sure he wants to wake up, look in the mirror and see this face, too, instead of the one he has now. But soon...hopefully...






Any suggestions on the template would be great!

Comments

Jacq said…
Are you bored with your template? I think it looks great, lady!!!!
I am bored with it...or I guess I just think it's too dark, and I want some different font.
Jacq said…
I know how you feel. I had to change mine because I screwed it up and didn't save the template to my hard drive. So although all my stuff is saved in the original dashboard, the old one is GONE. My new one is a little plain, but it's been kinda cool to sift through my old posts and pick and choose which ones I want. I've gotten used to it, I suppose!

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