My last day at Columbia; that campus is incredible.

Then I just spent time with my dogs and we stayed in. Also, these pregnancy hormones are ridiculous! I was cooking and out of nowhere I started crying because I had to chop vegetables. Like, I felt horrible for the vegetables because how would we like it if someone decided to just cut us up, you know? Like, I had no fucking idea! That kind of hid my baby bump. I paired it with my suede pumps.

A 26 year old woman trying to balance her passion for race horses with her practical side. Way to be a friend. It was okay though, because I had Brady and we were happy. The Move worked out for once so who cared if I had no one to talk to about it. I ran by the kennel and picked up the dogs, determined to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

Just another fictional blog about a university student dealing with life. Sorry about the late post. Last exam for the semester, I promise! Expect a post on Wednesday. I fumbled for the light-switch as I turned and locked the door behind us. He stood behind me, pressed against my back. Instead of kissing me, he walked into the kitchen and poured us two glasses of the wine he had brought. 8220;Want to watch a movie? 8221; I asked.