The title:
I've committed to eating prunes, because I'm obviously an old woman.
Moving Right Along:
Remember that nervous excitement you got on Christmas Eve as a kid? It kinda tingled in your belly. I have that feeling right now. I'm enacting a top-secret (...well like six people know) plan, where ultimately, I will have fun, my stress level will be low, and I'll be able to think clearly for two whole days. It's not like "me time", because I'm alone for at least five hours a day always. It's more like self-exploration, by putting myself in an unfamiliar setting. I'm pretty much rambling, because I don't wanna say what it is I'm doing yet, but in a few days it'll all be "giggity". I'm also packing up my room and I think I will be moving pretty lightly, which of course is what I wanted :)
Success: Everyone wants a successful poo. Eat your prunes and you can't go wrong.
I've committed to eating prunes, because I'm obviously an old woman.
Moving Right Along:
Remember that nervous excitement you got on Christmas Eve as a kid? It kinda tingled in your belly. I have that feeling right now. I'm enacting a top-secret (...well like six people know) plan, where ultimately, I will have fun, my stress level will be low, and I'll be able to think clearly for two whole days. It's not like "me time", because I'm alone for at least five hours a day always. It's more like self-exploration, by putting myself in an unfamiliar setting. I'm pretty much rambling, because I don't wanna say what it is I'm doing yet, but in a few days it'll all be "giggity". I'm also packing up my room and I think I will be moving pretty lightly, which of course is what I wanted :)
Success: Everyone wants a successful poo. Eat your prunes and you can't go wrong.
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