I don’t hold up my birthday much, I mean as it being something precious. Somewhere around 26, I stopped tallying up the years. I thought:
I know it’s only January, but I’ve got March on the brain. And it’s looking something like this: I mean. C’mon now. Never fight a
I’m not just a classic literature, long words, passport aficionado. Nope. I have layers and interests that delve beyond dusty books and foreign flying buttresses.
My god, what a crappy week that was. And, in my case, accompanied by a lingering head cold and brain fog. Blah! Hopefully the last