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I just got a card in the mail letting me know that a sorority sister made a donation to our sorority's foundation in honor of our 1998-1999 field consultant team. Only a few of you will know just how touching that was, but it made me all warm and fuzzy. We were the best consultant team ever. And we're still so close. In fact, I'm probably close with them than the members of my own chapter. Mystic bond. Pearls. Doves. Maroon & Lavender. Insert all that here.
I came home to the new couch. It's small. It's small and brown. We need a big chair or something to fill the space. You'll see, Cel. It' just not the same. It doesn't have the presence that the other couch did. The living room needs some color, stat.
I went back and unlocked my last post. I'll lock personal shit but there's no reason to lock fandom stuff. It's fandom.
And now I have to pretty myself up. My client called to say that he and his boss won't be at the event which frees me up to wear whatever the hell I want. Nice.
I came home to the new couch. It's small. It's small and brown. We need a big chair or something to fill the space. You'll see, Cel. It' just not the same. It doesn't have the presence that the other couch did. The living room needs some color, stat.
I went back and unlocked my last post. I'll lock personal shit but there's no reason to lock fandom stuff. It's fandom.
And now I have to pretty myself up. My client called to say that he and his boss won't be at the event which frees me up to wear whatever the hell I want. Nice.
