there are places where time just stops. it isn't always about what we see or do, but more about who we become.
i have a feeling that no matter how much i complain, things never change unless i find the courage inside me to do something about it. perhaps there are times when things change, but if i can't change something that i don't think is right with my own two hands, where am i going in life? being nice is okay, but sometimes you've got to have some bitch in the nice, as well as some nice in the bitch.
ps - ginger died.