Apparently it doesn't need to be Christmas or my birthday for people to want to do something special for me. While I find this odd, I'm certainly not complaining. ~smile~ Nor am I giving this life back to the person it belonged to.
Actually I'm even beginning to suspect that it might really just be mine.
Anyone remember this entry?
Three of these have happened, one is definitely going to and one looks set to.
And it's not even my 18th yet. ~g~
Monday night. Three in the morning watching good film with two of the greatest people in existence, and three cats, and really good ice cream. It was so lovely I almost cried, but in the end I saved that for Tuesday. ~s~
I have a cut on my arm - nothing dramatic, but pretty nonetheless - and every now and then I stretch, or catch it on something, and...I don't know.
This can't be right.
This can't be happening to me.
And at the same time it's so right...
...and it is.