There are a few not-so-awesome things today. To start off with, my monumental FAIL at writing frequently. It isn't even once weekly, it's almost once monthly. Tragic. Go fail-bree go!
Anyways,
I realized today that when I amp up for garage sales (which I tend to do in the summer on Saturday mornings) I particularly do not like when I head out, redbull in hand, music at a deafening decibel, only to come across sales engorged in children's clothing/toys/diapers/furniture/heads (not really)/etc. That is the most successful waste of my time I could possibly venture into; searching out the sales, finding them, driving up to them....and there is the mountain of shiteous children's items. Ugh. Fuck. (Reference: this morning at 9 a.m.)
On to the next....
I've been at home contemplating that which passes through my brain...so pretty much everything. I was looking at two photos on the wall in my house and realized that A. it was a better time in life then, and B. I miss this day and wish I could re-live the feeling I had at 3 a.m. that very late night/early next morning over and over and over....
...don't you know that when you stand, you stand up for the both of us.
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