The leaves of an oak tree whisper to beware.
November. Seriously, November. You've been a bitch of a month. I can't wait until you're gone and I can revel in the joy of December. If you cleaned up your act a bit, maybe I wouldn't hate you so much. Until that time comes, I will continue focusing on the small, nice things.
John Travolta made my sandwich correctly this morning. The Indian place did not add cilantro to my food last night. I have good friends and good work friends. My bed is comfy. My cat... Well, my cat is a needy bitch but I love her anyway. And I don't have to present at work until February.
John Travolta made my sandwich correctly this morning. The Indian place did not add cilantro to my food last night. I have good friends and good work friends. My bed is comfy. My cat... Well, my cat is a needy bitch but I love her anyway. And I don't have to present at work until February.