Easter with the Italians yesterday. I think my cousin has gone a bit offf but she's hysterical and dirty minded. My godchild hates me. He cries. And cries. And cries when I'm even in the room. It is a desparate situation. Lauretta, of course, like everything, is the perfect godmother. Some people just possess that.
Other than that, back to class tomorrow and so forth to London. One month away! Am admittedly a bit scared now as all my lovely little British penpals have deserted me save the lecherous Austrailians and the Canadian soliders. Maybe I'm just not a people person?
MAY 14TH IS THE DAY! I will cartwheel out of Bloomingdales; possibly into all the trash that works with me. I hope I hit my savings goal by then? The bills are arriving in the mail. Once again, I've spent too much.
The neighbors, I have figured out, can see into my bedroom. Hmmm.
Nornna was on the news! Shall leave her a message telling her, but I figure Andy prolly got there before me.
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I was on the news???
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