Why is it that when you’re so super excited for something, time doesn’t seem to move? I mean, I get that time doesn’t really exist anyways, it’s just a concept created by human beings, but still. I just want my damn phone to get here. Right meow! I also want to not feel ooky anymore. And some urban exploration sounds extra nice right now.
It’s been a few days since I posted last, yes? Just some thoughts I’ve had recently: No matter how much I try to keep it from happening, it always feels like a bandaid is far too tight when wrapped around my finger. I miss my Cobalt, like whoa. I almost cried when I saw it in a picture today. Obtaining a copy of Twilight Princess, a 360, and a variety of sweet games for it are...
Last night was a very wonderful night. It started with Denny’s around 2:30 in the morning, and then ended with sneaking around some industrial factory of sorts. It was very fun indeed. I’d love to go back and to go explore, or technically trespass more. It was just exhilarating, liberating, and the adrenaline rush was so extraordinary! I really wish I would have taken my camera in, but...
Craving a Few Things
Like a cuddle buddy, a cup of coffee, a great book, and an urban adventure.