I want to go to there.
I will. I will go to there.
Right now, in fact.
North America. December 25. The beach. Toes in the water.
*Could be worse.
*Was worse. I had no cell signal down there.
Big. Ass. Waves. Today.
When sharks get close, I either make friends with them or I punch them in the face.
I ain’t scared.
Someone put too much detergent in the washer again. O_O
The End. <3
Whoops! I forgot to wait for the fat lady to sing!