The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
I swear, this balcony is a muse. Not only to my thoughts, but it's also a muse to the activity leading to emphysema. Scared? Not much.
Let's talk about the kitchen. It's supposed to be clean, right? No. Let's all watch Jas slave over cleaning the kitchen, then contribute to the mess piling up for days and days until Jas cleans again. It'll be fun. Seriously, let's do it.
I'm hella down.
I'm counting the days until my macdaddy is in my arms (Mac book). My dreams will come true. And I will know of nothing else beside the Macdaddy.
I don't know.