April 15th this damn thing turns one year old. Didn't think I'd write for a month to be honest. Thought I'd be the only one the read the thing and sure as hell didn't count on it being something I would need from time to time.
I'm not a writer. I've never claimed to be, but I always wanted to be. It was once my ideal career path along with paleontologist, chemist, olympic athlete and archeologist. Apparently I like to dig things up. Just for perspective's sake it's worth mentioning I'm a drama student. It makes sense though, in a way I get to be whatever I want to be. Anyways, I always wanted to be able to write poetry so I practice throwing words around here from time to time.
It's just for fun, it's therapy. I can say things I would never say to anyone and there's a select few who get to read it if they so choose and I don't mind that.
Sidenote: Sexy thing on tv is talking about fantasy home structures. He built a hobbit tree house and I'm a little in love with him. He wants to build tree house bed and breakfasts in BC in the woods. Holy shit, I love you, have my babies, you're adorable.
I digress. I'm tired, I just wrote 7 pages for a final exam I forgot I had. Happy Easter to me lol. I don't mind. It's just a reflection and it's worth hardly anything.
In other news be careful what you wish for. It might multiply by 3. That's ambiguous enough for you I think. But I will say that I'm having trouble making up my mind because each one is special in their own way :)
Thank god for spring and for nice weather. One year later and I'm still on the porch drinking my tea and hoping that a thunderstorm is on the way after a sunny, lazy day.
Love all around
<3
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