So I have this book thing where I write a good/positive/happy/not terrible thing in daily and usually try to relate it to something within that day. And today I realized it had been around two years since I started it so I flipped back to see what the exact date I started on was (it was yesterday 2011) and found that I wrote rain on this exact day two years ago. Life is weird. Years go fast. I need sleep.
I actually find arm shaving really unappealing like if I brush against your arm and it’s fuckin prickly jesus get that thing away from me. I mean you do you and everything but holy unnecessary