i see london, i see france, i see moonbeams disco dance. some hear sea and waves. but for me, my friends, the seashells, spin tales and sagas on par with atwood and irving. on any day a magazine moose becomes my afternoon confident. how is he the only one so far who...
you ever just know you’re going to have one of those days? those days where you just know you’re going to find yourself face down in the bottom of a bag of kettle corn, licking the last remnants of salt, sugar and the wounds of the day. the kind of the day...
ok m’loves. i need your help. i finally got the nod to paint my brown walls. they’re actually benjamin moore decorator’s white, but in my opinion, they have always looked brown, dirty dishwater brown to be specific. can you brilliant minds suggest...
if you continue with your doom and gloom… i’ll bring the sunshine here myself!! Similar posts:bellicose beguiles mealways remembering....7 years bad luckmonday...
