Christmas is arriving shortly, and yet I find myself lacking excitement. I suppose its all part of growing up, or maybe its the realization that money doesn't buy happiness, but whatever it is I'm not so sure how I feel about it.
Memories of forcing my eyes open at 6:30 AM and sprinting downstairs to envelope the sight that my eyes withold come
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(even though my framed artwork for you brought pure bliss)
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lisa
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regretfully angry, eyes burning sadness:
Emily ( and for all you who dont know this is not Emma, not Emily Volland Ruhter Platt no other Emily's can match my coolness and i will leave it at that) the end
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