Chirp.
Yellow and fragrant daffodils on my desk, a skirt floating loosely around my waist, toes peeping out of pretty shoes, and bright sunny skies.
It's spring and Julia is happy.
In other not so much springy and sunshiny but definitely delightful and snarky news, I stayed up until midnight last night reading through the Go Fug Yourself archives. I'm especially fond of their Mischa Barton obsession.
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