its been another long strange hard week...

I don't even know where to begin so I've not typed anything...

snail's been here and been her best self...

taking her home tonight will be both wonderful and hard...

and then turning around to come back...

to come back where I'm not wanted ... ugh!

and that damn mario...

someday, somehow... he's gonna get his.


















Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Right now snail is sitting behind me doing my filing like a good slave!

cute and quiet and soooo good to me :D ty ty ty :D