Truth
You should never send emails at 2.30am because people are going to automatically think you are drunk. Well, I'm not, but I just do a lot of thinking at this exact hour, and I was looking for an old friend on here, and I thought of ANOTHER old friend, and then it was like, oh look, and wow, and huh! and well, emails sent.
I get nervous when you guys don't write for a while. Please just check in so my little grandma heart can keep on beating.
How is your summer? I know, it technically hasn't started yet, but it kind of has. I am right now sitting at my desk, shirtless, eyes closed, chin balanced on an empty water bottle, typing as best I can. When I close my eyes I feel drifty, but lately I haven't been feeling the greatest in the world, thanks to the weather and my almost record breaking vitamin D deficiency. Who knew it had a hand in so many things! Anyway, my birthday is this weekend and I will be the lovely and special age of 32. God. I started writing in here a long, long, ....long...... time ago. I regret that I haven't wrote as much, though.
Some of my posts are painfully embarrassing to read again. Like, shoulders scrunched up in the air with a toothy grimace kind of bad. Oh well, we all grow up at some point.
I better go to sleep now.
I get nervous when you guys don't write for a while. Please just check in so my little grandma heart can keep on beating.
How is your summer? I know, it technically hasn't started yet, but it kind of has. I am right now sitting at my desk, shirtless, eyes closed, chin balanced on an empty water bottle, typing as best I can. When I close my eyes I feel drifty, but lately I haven't been feeling the greatest in the world, thanks to the weather and my almost record breaking vitamin D deficiency. Who knew it had a hand in so many things! Anyway, my birthday is this weekend and I will be the lovely and special age of 32. God. I started writing in here a long, long, ....long...... time ago. I regret that I haven't wrote as much, though.
Some of my posts are painfully embarrassing to read again. Like, shoulders scrunched up in the air with a toothy grimace kind of bad. Oh well, we all grow up at some point.
I better go to sleep now.