Snow boots. No pants....and thinking of all your pretty faces.So the past 6 months to 2 years have been some of the more trying times in my adult life, but I think there's an end in sight; lifting of the ick, clearing of the skies... whatever. My hangover is clouding my prose a bit. Anyway. I am a remarkably lucky broad in many many ways so I don't have a lot to complain about. And you guys are the blah blah tearful bar room confession best. For the most part. Some of you might suck, but I'm withholding judgment for new years. I have a few musical endeavors that I'm very excited about and will share someday when its shareable, but its keeping my head and heart screwed on straight. So that's pretty cool. God I want some soup right now. Martha Marin is trip trip trapping over your bridge. |
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