Monday, March 14, 2016
Spring has always felt hopeful.
Hopeful feels good.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
I keep thinking that I should have something profound to say, but I'm stuck at the point of grief that I like to call All The Swear Words.
How do I feel? All The Swear Words.
What do I want to say? All The Swear Words.
So, there's that.