Right.
(It’s just a machine.)
I write about my journey through self-exploration and awareness; doesn’t everyone? Here, though, there are tendencies toward green living, veg*nism, travel, relationships and complaining. :)
Right.
(It’s just a machine.)
that’s what I said about my blades… and nearly cried when I tossed them out. :-/
Car? You’d better have some sort of private transportation when you pick me up from the airport. I’m not good with public transportation. The bus smells like poor people. I hate poor people.
I’m also not good with sobriety. A six pack, or anything labeled “narcotic” sure helps the pain of traveling. Plus, I’m guaranteed to get off the plane in some sort of a whiskey induced hazed. If you don’t think I’m drinking at 6am, you’ve fallen far from your roots.