Horses are really fucking big.
So somehow this morning I ended up riding through the French countryside on horseback. I am not dead. Nothing is broken. This is possibly one of the most amazing things since the dawn of time. She who wears a different cast every couple of months rode up and down a very steep rocky ledge on a horse is totally and completely unharmed. Applause, please. My ass hurts severly but oh well.
I bought French clothes too. Told myself I wouldn't but...sparkly soft sweater? Meh. Other than the horse nothing really happened today. So blah.
If anyone wants to keep me occupied during my free time, I only have access to MSN messenger and my screen name is nowhereonlydown@hotmail.com. I'm usually on at about 2,3:00 pm PST, and I'm pretty lonely.
I bought French clothes too. Told myself I wouldn't but...sparkly soft sweater? Meh. Other than the horse nothing really happened today. So blah.
If anyone wants to keep me occupied during my free time, I only have access to MSN messenger and my screen name is nowhereonlydown@hotmail.com. I'm usually on at about 2,3:00 pm PST, and I'm pretty lonely.