Is it me, or are the weirdos really coming out of the woodwork theses days? Lots of people think that I'm weird. My squab thinks I'm special, but the difference is that he means it. J'espere. Littling squabling. The small baby's taken to sleeping behind the toilet because of the heat, either there or under my bed. She's so precious. Yuv little bumba, yuv!
I'm going to try running home from work. I couldn't do it during the day, I just couldn't. Tomorrow, I have to work at 7:30. AM. Blark.
I'm going to try running home from work. I couldn't do it during the day, I just couldn't. Tomorrow, I have to work at 7:30. AM. Blark.