3 years ago, on this very day, I was down with a fever, a bad sore throat, cough, flu and lost my voice.
And I woke up, sitting on my bed, listening to Muttons and reading my book. That was when he called.
Last night, I read my P6 diary again.
Feels nice. Haha 12 year old me and every single page was just, JL JL JL JL JL JL.
It feels almost like it was just yesterday when everything occured.
So I went to take pictures today. But it started raining dawg biscuits and sex kitties 2 minutes later. Pttfff. It's like there's a hurricane here. But it's nice and cooling :D
This was the best picture I got.
Man, I'm hungry.