My first birthday back in America in two years. The theme: legos and Spider-man. The time in Korea is over, but the PTSD when looking at a birthday cake is long from forgotten.
It’s *picture of French fries* Day socks
So my workoutspiration is her, pretending to kick ass, in a very technical way.
But something about trying to flirt with my physical therapist screams sexual harassment. So, I’m holding back.
Adidas or better.
If you were ever wondering the real sound of summer, it’s the sound of cicadas screaming YAS at the top of their lungs. Like this: And if I were an artist, I would draw a real cicada doing this but you get the picture. If you are an artist, feel free to comment a cicada…
There was a childhood sparkle in his eyes.
You like stories about nothing, because that’s all I write.
Almost like Amen. Once again proving that people are truly blessed when meeting me.