Sorry I can’t be out to celebrate with you tonight but I hope you put the chug mug to good use and we’ll have lunch/dinner before I leave.
Sorry I can’t be out to celebrate with you tonight but I hope you put the chug mug to good use and we’ll have lunch/dinner before I leave.
Sorry I can’t be out to celebrate with you tonight but I hope you put the chug mug to good use and we’ll have lunch/dinner before I leave.
Sorry I can’t be out to celebrate with you tonight but I hope you put the chug mug to good use and we’ll have lunch/dinner before I leave.
I love my new outlet to my broken soul – not to be revealed until further notice, or maybe never. But then never say never, cos something it usually happens when you do.
Everyone changes to adapt. Some change for the better, some change for the worse. But the gist of it is – you have to change for yourself and not for anyone else. Because only then, will it truly matter. Once the person’s gone, you’ll revert back to your old ways. Old habits die hard. So, change. Metamorphosis. Everyone needs it sometime. But I miss the old us too.
I like my tissue box. It’s very pink with stylized butterflies and birds with blue silhouettes of flower petals and bubbles. It matches whatever theme my room has going on.
Next week’s gonna be a killer. Gonna put my gear into high speed tomorrow.
Shittake Mushrooms.
