So, the day before yesterday was really rough on me. I won't go into it all the way, but during an already tough day, I had a wicked panic attack while driving back down the mountain from the town our cabin is in. My best friend was with me, and he was wonderfully supportive. I am so sad that he is moving far away because he's truly the best person I could ever have asked for in my life.
Today is much better. The basil plant outside my door is huge, and the scent is wafting through the house. I made strawberry jam yesterday, but it is too firm. Adjusting it today, and perhaps making some pickled onions and green tomato pickles. Yum.
Today is much better. The basil plant outside my door is huge, and the scent is wafting through the house. I made strawberry jam yesterday, but it is too firm. Adjusting it today, and perhaps making some pickled onions and green tomato pickles. Yum.
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gangstaswan:
Not even wireless. My last apartment had a gay ghost. I never noticed it until I had guy roommates and a boy cat.
gangstaswan:
I didn't notice Gilbert (brother named him) until I'd been there for like three years. He only messed with boys. baudot says it's because I always have something gay going on in my house (lived with a lesbian for two and a half years, my cat's gay, I watch lots of gay-themed movies). This place doesn't seem to have anything either, which is fine by me.