The cold weather has lightened up slightly (into the 40's now) and the electrician is but a distant memory- but my car will not start properly still. My cell keeps turning off on its own....and I have 3 hours of finance homework every night.
Because I am Super Lady, I can handle this...
Turns out Super Lady has a new cheerleader in Mr. Match and The Electrician has been wondering where I have been. Who cares. Mr. Match is a wise man of numerous theories and (probably) African proverbs...I find myself comforted by his voice and his words. He is also a finance wiz. Mr. Match has come out of nowhere to save the day. Literally...no where. In times where I should be a stressed out, over-eating and licking my super hero wounds- I am, instead, cheerful and vibrant. I look forward to his connections with me, but I don't live by them. Because I know whatever he sends to me will fill me with enough kicks to keep me going for the rest of the day....the week even.
In regards, Charlie, to my texted Emily Dickenson quote "Dwell in Possibility", this is what Mr. Match texted back: "I think we r beyond a possibility, we r now a probability...lol. If I have u, I will never stop trying to be a better man. I am thinking of u every other moment"
Only one catch..... I have yet to meet Mr. Match in person
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