I was alone on route 2 driving in the fog, when I drove through an exploded love-seat.
I immediately thought of you.

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you mean that we can give our passports a rest willingly ( Read more... )

the bed is not made until the cat has properly kneaded the duvet corners into place, and is sprawled out in the center.

Sometimes the fastest way to get there, is to go slow ( Read more... )

As much as some days I spend grinding my teeth, muttering obtuse phrases of insult and generally feeling malcontent for the world at large; I'm glad it's a small percentage ( Read more... )

Who am I supposed to be ( Read more... )

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