There’s always a quiet discrepancy about falling rain. Aretha has long since stopped singing, replaced by a very unlikely Adam Freeland while the sound of rain on the awning outside my bedroom window strikes with a similar bpm.
The absolute luxury is turning up the air conditioner while snuggling up under my silk duvet and hiding myself from the world. And then I’ll see the mess I’ve made of my room when I wake up and fully expect my OCD cumpulsions to kick in and continue with cleaning up. In the meantime I will worry myself with what to do with my shoes that my all-too-small shoe storage area cannot hold.
Would it not be super fabulous if, all we did for a living was to live?
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it’d be very sweet indeed. why, i’d have reached level 60 eons ago.
you mean you’re not 60 yet?
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lol nope. got sidetracked by other thingies. :P
what “other thingies” ???
lol omg!
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