Still in love after all these years
I miss my kitties. But they are living large at the folks’ house. Lots of places to roam and soooo much spoilin’.
I miss my kitties. But they are living large at the folks’ house. Lots of places to roam and soooo much spoilin’.
I wanted to write something about ghosts. Something about how when they show up in your dreams they steal rest from you all night long. Not the kinds of ghosts that wear sheets and chains or the kinds of spectral presences that populate spooky stories. I’m talking about the kind of ghosts that used to live large in your life but that you killed off, metaphorically speaking, so you could move on. About how when…
Normally I try not to get too upset at winter for doing its thing. Just let it run its course. It’ll lose steam and get gone and we’ll see it creeping back in later in the year after it’s run off to have its affairs elsewhere. Hell, I even appreciate that winter gives me a few months of long sleeves, layers, tights, coats and scarves. But this year… You gotta go, dude. Get.
Obsessed with this song. And the video (which is NSFW for one sec because boobs).
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