22nd
I’m thinking…
I’ve watched enough Friday night lights to last me a lifetime
I shouldn’t have eaten this butterfinger
Bryson is looking rather womanly in his robe
I’ve watched enough Friday night lights to last me a lifetime
I shouldn’t have eaten this butterfinger
Bryson is looking rather womanly in his robe
There is an ancient Native American story about an old Cherokee who told his grandson about the battle that goes on within us. “My son,” he told him, “Inside every one of us dwells two wolves, one evil, one good. The evil one is angry and jealous, full of regret and arrogance, greed and sorrow, guilt and self-pity. The other is good. He is kind and loving, full of hope and peace, joy and compassion.”
The young boy thought about it for a moment. “Which wolf wins?” he asked his grandfather.
The old Cherokee smiled and simply replied, “…the one you feed.”
While I was singing the theme song from the golden girls to my son he projectile vomited on me. I’m trying not to take it personal.
I went to the jazz game and although the most exciting thing that happened was taunting a fourteen year old man child it was fun because I was with people I love
I ate an unfortunate amount of Teddy Grahams and nutella. So much in fact that when I was done I was sure I’d never eat it again but I’m kinda craving it right now… It’s a vicious cycle
That pretty much sums up my day…. In case you were wondering