Peace out.

fetS* is a very random happy person today.
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A first, she squealed and smiled her way through that entire short trip on a motorcycle, laughing to herself hoping Boss didn't see that silly smile all the way. Nonsensically, she was worrying over all the minute details before she hoped on his bike,
"must I put my hands around his waist?"
"would it be weird?"
"omg!" And pretended to be very mature about it.

When she stumbled out of the bike, she thanked profusely. And then, rang her best friend and shrieked on the phone. fetS* is a very mature girl.
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fetS* also finally dared to hand Mr V.Personal Bookstore Guy her namecard, pleading him to keep her in mind for any help he'd need in anything photographic in nature. "Keep me in the loop", she maturely waxed lyrically. fetS*also spent 3/10 of her pay on a new book today, acting really chim; Susan's Sontag: "On Photography".
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*fetS also just realised the big deal in the whole apprenticeship thing. The final outcome of the apprenticeship, the publicity one gets. fetS* really wants it now. What fetS* wants, fetS* will get.
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All's well. Next week isn't as crazy as she was worrying so far. In fact, its absolutely perfect now. Life is. fetS* shall stop thinking about boys. Okay, you're not convinced.

Life's too good for boys. Life's too good for boys. Life's too good for boys. The more fetS* says it, the greater the tendency to really believe in it. Ohmm.

*GOOGLE UNFRIENDLY.