Finished this one last week on tuesday.
Why is it that when re-reading a book it only takes a fraction of the time it took you to read it the first time?
I'm indulging myself and re-reading another favorite...
one of these days I'll feel like getting through the stack of new books I just bought...
I bought this shirt yesterday. I'm not usually a pinkie wear-er.
I don't purposely avoid adding pink to my wardrobe, I'm just not usually drawn in by pink things.
This is quite possibly the pinkest thing I currently own.
I quite like it.
It's getting hotter and my nose bleeds at night.
I'm a nosebleeder.
I don't understand people who tell me they've never had a nosebleed...
I could never understand how they've lived.
Nosebleeds are that much a part of my life.
It's sort of sad actually.
The heat makes me bleed,
swimming makes me bleed,
dry life makes me bleed.
I've learned tricks for getting blood out of my pants/shirts/pillowcases.
Spit on it.
the enzymes in your saliva break up the enzymes in your blood.
washes out like it was never there.
If that's gross to you, sorry. It's just the way I've learned to live.
I only adapt to my nose,
that poor bleedy thing.