I spent half the day digging through old photos. Most of them seemed like different lifetimes altogether. It's funny how after enough time has passed, it almost seems like your memories belong to someone else.
The sound of nails on a chalkboard doesn't bother me. But imagining what it feels like for the person's nails really makes me squeamish...
I tried raking my nails down one once, and it was an AWFUL feeling on my nails.
Know what you mean guys. s s Have a good day tomorrow.
I survived. At first I was afraid; I was petrified...
*dance solo!*
And of course all you homies are sleeping. Ahhh, what a lonely life I lead.
wow.... did everyone get moon burn or something last night?? Where's the funners? The floozers? All I got is this misbehaving cat.
Well, after 10 years in an apartment with hardly any sky access, I went out in search of the moon last night and was disappointed. It was incredibly bright in the sky, but not all that big. I think the harvest moon in September is way bigger. meh.
I'm going to edit today. A lot. And do another blog post I think.