No lamb, no garden, no immaculate conception but there IS something about me.


This is a metaphor.

I love metaphors.

The bun=
- end of the quarter/end of the year
- my mom being gone for my first Christmas ever
- not being able to see Alex again until Friday (almost 2 weeks since the last time)
 - dirty laundry
- dirty car
- dirty house
- expense reports
- cold floors
- student loans
- car troubles
- snow
- etc etc etc.


well, me.

Here's to hoping the metaphorical bun turns as sweet as the real bun soon.

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