New Love.
True Love.
It doesn't get better than that.
Walking a Tightrope. Learning to walk by faith and not by sight. Because, when I look down, I feel nauseous. But, on the brightside, I'm starting to love the circus life. And it's true: it's not over 'til the fat lady sings! -Beth
nasal irrigator
In other news, your father asked me this morning if he could borrow my
nasal irrigator. I got very excited, thinking he was being pro-active in
fighting the cold that’s got him sniffling non-stop already. Turns out he just
wanted to use the irrigator to inject jelly into the croissants he was baking. I
could write a fucking book.I’ve got to buckle down now and read this new
script.
XXOO
MA