SHOUTY, CAPSY THINGS
My sails? Are exhausted. Send bourbon and a pillow.
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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
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southern hospitality!
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Man I need a nap.
I’m sitting at my desk and all I want to do is lay my head down and sleep for about 24 hours. I also just realized that I will most...
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Hello blog world.
Can I say I don’t like the word blog? It just rolls off the tongue so strangely and connotes disgust. Anyway, I have decided that...
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Oh my god, people under the age of… um… ? I don’t know? Just… stop following me, young children. There is nothing for you here.
I own a house. A real one. With a garage and a fireplace and brick and multiple thousand square feet in the middle of a subdivision on a cul-de-sac. I am 28 years old, I have no children. I own a house. It freaks me out. How did I end up here? Owning a house. I did not intend on owning a house for a very long time.
And this house currently needs me to come home to it and figure out why it’s outside faucet is leaking. It is also dirty and needs to have it’s furnace filter changed.
Which is why I never wanted to own a house. I do not want to go home.
