Then something funny happened yesterday...
This, however, has not stopped the runny noses mixed with the bleeding noses.
I'm just sad. And angry. Then sad.
I don't know if I'm too old to be finding new music, Patsy.
So, yeah, not a lot of time for writing.
Curse you, Donut Belly, and your comfy ways.
These are the kinds of books I read on the regular.
I like notebooks, Patsy.