That one beautiful, beautiful vote. Well done, little vote buddy.
My visitor messages are a lot less interesting since Christmas disappeared
Oh my, the conversation has turned to Christmas and that is my favourite conversation topic of the world.
Christmas told me many things. They all blur into one, now. Just one big ball of love and happiness. Why doesn't she just log back into her account? Everything would be okay. Things could go back to the way they used to be. Why must she do this to us? Why must I hurt so?
As I sit here under a blanket, growing a beard and drinking coffee I am thinking Oh Christmas where art thou
Sometimes I think she's still watching over us. Sometimes that's all I have to get me through.
go fynn, go others