If you can realize, most of these stories had the moral of getting back to my real life. With my hubby (well now hubby), in our little apartment at my crazy job. At the moment, I missing my crazy job the most. I was thinking how my last one I created into the idea of me being a zookeeper. How my whole idea was to buy that damn building and make it into a bird sanctuary, with a zoo. Then we got changed around, and they were re-sorting everything and it looked like it could be an exotic zoo. There still could be chickens, and maybe wild birds, but also lizards, and cows, and snakes. The khakis were the cows. When I had to work with them, I thought of it as rubbing the cow noses. I miss those cow noses. Yes, parts sucked. Truly sucked. I thought everyone hated me, but damn if I could really guess. Conspiracy to the max, though.
I know I will die before we colonize on the moon. Disney lied to me, they promised that in 2000. Here we are in 2014. How did that happen?
I am sad, should have been dead for a while, and my old life is long gone. All I can remember is that I love him. Well, I forgot who I was here and what your given, so I am bored now.
I know I will die before we colonize on the moon. Disney lied to me, they promised that in 2000. Here we are in 2014. How did that happen?
I am sad, should have been dead for a while, and my old life is long gone. All I can remember is that I love him. Well, I forgot who I was here and what your given, so I am bored now.