I’m moving out of home.
Into an apartment.
Just my dog and me.
Okay, happy/dramatic part over.
Well, not over as such… 88 more words
what i realized tonight is that i am that girl who slurps her soup at the table. who thinks it is much better to pick up the bowl to ensure every last sip has been enjoyed rather than coyly using her spoon to sip daintily along and not exactly getting that last bit at the bottom. 340 more words