I love me some good stormy weather, but when i hear howling wind i get a little pit of anxiety in my stomach. Damn all those hurricanes, but tropical storms - they rock. Of course now that i am going to have a garden, that might change.
hello the space in between my walls that runs through kinda, maybe, like something that looks like phone cables...that seems to exist everywhere...yet where? You are the one i like to talk to best. Or maybe the only one that does not make me talk...so thats why i can talk to you (um..this thanks to scotch)