Frick yea. She’s coming. There’s no way to explain such deep joy but I’m gonna give it a shot.
Take a piece of white paper. Yea that’s me on a normal day.
Take a piece of black. Yea that’s me on a bad day.
I was having a black piece of paper in my hand for the whole freaking week till I got handed a note.
A freaking multicoloured happy note of joy telling me she’s coming. It made my day. My week.
Then I stopped sprouting white hair. Got on with life had a spring in my step. And stopped taking prozac. Heck yea.
Those are the cups ready for them to drink out of in the pic btw.
Amazing what news of a visit from an old friend will do for the ol’ mood swings.
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