I'm working on an unbelievably stunning blog about a remarkable event I attended last night but I'm stuck and cannot finish it quite yet. I'll give you a clue: it's about wrestling. But since I can't finish that one, or anything else lately due to some severe writer's block and the good ole Crazy Lady Brain that's been hitting harder than usual, I'll just let out this one real quick...
Every time I leave, my heart aches. As I drive away from the city, I only allow tiny glances in my rearview mirror because maybe this time the sight of some ambiguous skyscraper might make me turn around and never leave again.
I cannot figure out what I want to do.
Bourbon Barrel Series - Rochester Mills
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My wife picked up this 4 pack of a limited-release bourbon barrel aged
versions of some of the standard beers from Rochester Mills in Auburn
Hills, MI. Sh...
7 years ago
2 comments:
i love you. at least your 2 main cities are relatively close. home is where the heart is and you have lots of love all over the place.
less seriously, a quote from Dr. Horrible for you:
"So you wonder what your part is
Because you’re homeless and depressed
But home is where the heart is
So your real home’s in your chest".
Thanks, Sarah. And thanks, Dr. Horrible for lightening it up around here. Jeez...
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