Last night was the first time, in a long time, I drank tea when it was hot. I was sipping it and thought ‘this is how you suppose to drink tea’, not fill half hot, half cold and then gulp it down.
I’m waiting in anticipation. I’ve read the blogs on being single and looking for a wife. He has a wife, now...so where’s the blog on married life? Or am I missing something?
I thought Christchurch was a church. I’m blond I know.
The agony of love feels just as good as the feeling of love sometimes.
I’m not as good at change as I thought I was. I need time. To think. To be. To feel. Then I’ll be okay.
I’m beginning to wonder if having a loveless, irritating marriage is something I can’t avoid.
Love is just absolute bullshit.
Burnt my tongue with oats this morning.
Can’t get that part of Supernatural season 4 out of my head. The part where Dean tells Sam about Hell.
And yet, it does not stop me from looking at cute guys.
The world is going to hell in a hand basket.
To All the People We Grew Old With
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