The introverted part of my holiday is coming to a close. I slept until nine, stayed in bed until nearly eleven, drank tea outside, and decided to stay out a bit more.
I took a good walk and threw my apple core in a culvert because heck, it can decompose, and there were PEOPLE at the park (good on them) and that was the only dumpster on my route.
And I WALKED THROUGH a bigger culvert and prayed a good bit and enjoyed the chilly windy weather and frowned upon Texas for still being warm enough for a bit of sweating. Bluh.
But my grandparents will arrive any moment or perhaps have just recently come and I will be forced to partake in the crazy food and stuff scrambles with thirteen other human beings yay.
I like knee socks. This blog has nothing to do with knee socks, except when it does. This was mangapasta from 2009-2013. It's been archived now... sorta?
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