My heels stink of desperation The path to a life out of my shell Turns my impure thoughts to mush The flames of war and destruction Etches a lens flare into my retinas Turtle hearts and shattered glass Blood and water, magnetic sand Print another boarding pass Adrenaline rush, and
December 28 is Jack’s sixth birthday. I got to thinking about his time with us in the past year. I had been severely depressed from losing Simba in September. I was an absolute beast for months after. Not talking to someone professionally was my biggest mistake. But that’s another topic
There was a thread on Reddit that asked what you would do with your future self for 24 hours. I got to thinking, what if my future self were genuinely evil? What if they were coming to visit me for 24 hours to see how much damage could be done
Got some errands did today. Milady got her brakes checked. She’s been squeaking the past few weeks. I think right around that huge rainstorm we had where it was constantly raining for a week straight. Turns out there was nothing to worry about. Everything was green on their inspection report.