Number of times I wish I was back home: none. Number of days I had off work this week: thankfully they allowed me a day off. Number of times I kissed my puppy today: lost count. Number of concerts to look forward to: 2. Number of step siblings I had during a two year period: 5. Number of step sibilings I have now: 0. Number of times I’ve been to the city of sin: 3. Number of times I have been out of the country: once, to the country directly below ours. Number of places I want to visit: innumerable. Number of languages I can speak: technically one, the other language I learned is “dead”; but now I’m learning Spanish. That should count as a half point. Number of guitars I have owned: 3. Number of times I have cried over guys, in general, in the past: infinite. Number of tattoos I have: 2 with one pending the end of the semester. Number of piercings (which are much easier to commit to): 4. Number of years I had on braces: 6. Number of times my boyfriend has come to the rescue: innumerable. Number of songs I have stuck in my head: one, The Microphones “I lost my wind”. Number of times I miss my best friend today: twice. Number of times I have been to the beach since I moved to California: 3. Number of times I felt empowered: once, right now.
Glad the writing made you feel empowered--my writing often makes me feel that way.
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Very droll! :)
I can see you had fun with this or, if not, you sure fooled me.