That's my girl!
I dreamed last night about ballet and having giant bruises on my legs. Maybe it had something to do with going to Brent's ballet and being embarassed about wearing a skirt when I had a bruise on my leg. Maybe.
I don't know about you, but yesterday was really good for me.
So I've been staring at the screen for 15-ish minutes trying to figure out what to write after that sentence. I guess I just can't express whatever it is that I'm trying to say.
A few minutes ago it seemed really important that I updated this. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
I hope we can scratch each other's finger nails some time,
Sweetheart.