My high horse
I've always had one. To be honest, it's more of a rocking high horse and occasionally I get thrown because I have shitty balance, but in this instance, I feel I'm entitled to a few zip ties around my waist.
Lately, despite my efforts against regressing into my former self (AN: I never liked my former self), I seem to be back tracking like a hiker with a bad compass. ITunes has seen me creating a playlist called "bad new bears", filling it with songs like "Scared of Heights" by Espen Lind and "Rabbit" by Matt Duke. Besides that, I find myself taking a hell of a lot of time to get ready when I don't have to because I forget stuff.
Gonna cut this short for now, as I have to mail a package for some group I'm in that doesn't seem to be coming up. Awesome.
Until then...
Lately, despite my efforts against regressing into my former self (AN: I never liked my former self), I seem to be back tracking like a hiker with a bad compass. ITunes has seen me creating a playlist called "bad new bears", filling it with songs like "Scared of Heights" by Espen Lind and "Rabbit" by Matt Duke. Besides that, I find myself taking a hell of a lot of time to get ready when I don't have to because I forget stuff.
Gonna cut this short for now, as I have to mail a package for some group I'm in that doesn't seem to be coming up. Awesome.
Until then...