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Just trying to enjoy my last vestiges of freedom before my week of indentured servitude, also known as work, begins.
Last night, as JP and I were sprawled on the couch, he apparently took a Sharpie and tattooed his name on my foot. This brought about two pertinent thoughts:
- I must have some dead nerve endings if I didn't even feel him writing on me.
- I could have his name permanently tattooed on my foot and if things didn't work out between us, I could have it altered to read 'J.R.R. Tolkien'
*hee*
Back to my mountains of homework and laundry.
Last night, as JP and I were sprawled on the couch, he apparently took a Sharpie and tattooed his name on my foot. This brought about two pertinent thoughts:
- I must have some dead nerve endings if I didn't even feel him writing on me.
- I could have his name permanently tattooed on my foot and if things didn't work out between us, I could have it altered to read 'J.R.R. Tolkien'
*hee*
Back to my mountains of homework and laundry.
