I love hanging out with this one-he takes the calm in me and rubs it, eliminating the stress.

I have a few more pictures from the night before I went brown, somewhere around August 16th. I would apologize for the size and obstruction on my friend’s pages, but I only have a few (friends that is, on this), and people don’t like reading much these days. It seems.

Anymore.

I plan on slamming that kid. I have never slammed before but I know I have the anger rage and softness to blow him off the stage in effigy. And my writing, though kind of mundane and introspective in observation here, is a little more raw and peeled to the touch normally.