sat at rachel's house last night. she applied for jobs and i sent text messages and mulled my life over.
cider is better mulled.
my life is not.
we listened to this song over and over.
i will find the exception someday. maybe. who knows. and today i don't care.
p.s. to the several people that freak out when i put up anything slightly less happy than bubble gum and sunshine... please don't. i'm good. no need to panic. i panic over your panic over me. it's really fruitless. ;) i do appreciate your concern though. but there's no need. all is well.
