A foreign man in a foreign land. Housesitting is a strange art filled with new skills, wild animals, and even crazier new personalities- this cat is bloomin' knockin ornaments off the tree.... One, two, swat with the paw, then ornament fall. Tis quite a sight to behold.
Played new old style super wii brothers mario with The Unknown til midnight. Orange soda is not a good mixer in my opinion.
Company picture day- I'm wear a vest, tie, and button down shirt. Oh, and a belt. And might be let early out of work. Woot!
You ever feel like you don't understand your own emotions? I swear my emotions are the ficklest things. It's like, raw energy fueled by crazy 'what if' notions and whatever my imagination deems worthy to worry / stress over.
I say I'm okay. I don't think I am... That's okay though, I'll just change the definition and tell Webster that's how it is
Oh, and I think I'm going to start giving covert nicknames to The People in my life. Yes. It's happening
I'm growing a beard at the moment... Trying to be the oldest brother through facial hair. Why some of my facial hair is gold and some is red I'll never know. Maybe it's the Irish blood searing through my veins