So, I guess I'm back then.
I hate how cold portland is. I push it to the back of my mind when I'm walking down the street because everything else I've seen here has been very pretty and fluffy and sparkly and warm, seemingly warm.
I've been fighting a lot recently, for no reason really. Fighting bills, people, angry dinosaurs I call customers. The only problem is i do it secretly in my head and no one realizes that I'm really putting up a good fight and standing my ground.
I guess the next best thing is doing it secretly on-line.