Well, as of 3:15, it will be my yearly anniversary of being spit from the womb. 22 years survived.
I’ve always thought of 22 as the year that sings poetry while dancing on white sand beaches in europe.
let’s hope.
n: vb: the spice of imagination
Well, as of 3:15, it will be my yearly anniversary of being spit from the womb. 22 years survived.
I’ve always thought of 22 as the year that sings poetry while dancing on white sand beaches in europe.
let’s hope.