I have no life. I work. I work.
I look for long skirts and practical shoes.
I work some more.
Life is just chugging along....But what about all those boys? After you get a mission call aren't they supposed to come out of the woodwork?
ya-NO!!!! They are no where to be found. nada. zilch. nothing.
But you dated like crazy before your call?
Um, that was by the sweat of my own brow. I didn't wait around: I asked them out myself. Now I am removed from the dating element and practically broke from mission prep stuff.
Glad game: I am going to California for a week.
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