since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.
About a year ago, doing the cold-thwarting exercise I konw how to do best - serving chili made from a bag while dressed in my Mizzou hooded sweatshirt to my Nick whilst Gus, I'm sure, begged from the corner.
posted by Pensive Girl @ 11:15 AM
i'm a copywriter. it's one word, not two. and it means i write ads. i like words, ideas, bacon, butter and running. i also like god and my family and my dog. sometimes i'm happy, sometimes i'm sad. but always, i'm brave. i used to think i wasn't. i was wrong.
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