Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Hi-ho and hello.
There are so many.
But the biggest one would likely to be Patience. Patience with want, with love, with passion, with my voice, with my hands, my emotions, my mind, my spirit. I’d say Patience all across every aspect of my life. I was once impulsive and lacked the empathetic regard to give a damn about anyone let alone myself. I’m wishing I could rectify so many mistakes, but I digress as time machines are a lavish hope that would ruin any salvation we have in our future together. It’s funny, I’m sure I was scolded about patience, was given many a sermon in church growing up about patience and how it’s virtue is more than we can know and how there is a worthiness to being a patient soul.
I believe it and would stand by it for the simple fact of finding patience myself in life and seeing that the virtue is within.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and thank you for coming time and again. May your night be joyous and your day is blissful. Thank you for staying you and being awesome.
I honestly don’t find myself to be a leader per say, I think in spirit there are aspects of myself that can be leader-esque but I’ve found myself apprehensive to people lately. But back in the day, as a kid or teen, I’m pretty sure I saw myself as leader. Probably came off pompous too.
Regardless, that’s not me, not now. I have a voice, I’ll state my opinion, speak my perspective, but I won’t come with a soapbox. At least my soapbox won’t be tall.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and coming time again. May your dates be ever joyous and your days be ever blissful. Thank you for staying you and for being awesome.
I’m off my game. Even worse, I’m completely in left field with no sure way how to rectify without exhausting the bit I have left. I feel like this:
Enjoy!!!
I’m spent and wasted.
Libations are not on the scale and the wasted fatigue that riddles my body is directly caused by life and living and being exhausted upon waking.
It’s said over-activity, physical or otherwise, bad diet, heavy meals, heavy sugars, and the likes can cause my fatigue. Then leads to explaining that health symptoms may be directly causing issues…hmmm.
Yeah I f****** think so.
Multiple sclerosis is one hell of a thing.
But check this out: I’m bad about it. I’m horrible about it. I forget that I have multiple sclerosis, or I’ll get a treatment, I’ll have the infusion I mean and I’ll feel good. But then lo and behold a week later I’m feeling as though the Hulk just smashed my pelvis. Or broke my legs backward and felt like making a drink with my head, shaking not stirred.
This is a weekly ordeal, if not daily. And I’m drained. Though I’m not trying to be, it’s like my engine just doesn’t have the gumption to maintain the drill of the day and I think of what’s changed.
There’s nothing much, a pill for high cholesterol but that’s it.
Maybe that’s it…maybe I’m saying too much. Who knows?
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and for coming to my crazy site. May your day be forever joyous, and the night be graceful and gentle. Thank you for staying you and being awesome.
Mmm 😋 Mmm 🤤 mhmm. I love me foods and regardless of how I lived growing up I have a decent relationship with food. I cherish the delicious and am grateful to be able to cook for myself and those I love and care for.
But as for foods we’ll start like the grocery store.
Veggies, fruit, tomatoes, berries I love me some Berries, Stone fruits are great, tomatoes cherry tomatoes, tiny tomatoes Roma tomatoes, big ass burger tomatoes, tomatoes, potatoes any onions, zucchini, squash, carrots, legumes, sprouts.
And then I guess breads and pastries and sweet treats, little debbie’s, hostess, of course all the junk foods but not every one of them the chocolate cordial one is pretty good but I think that one’s only seasonal. The nutty Buddy bars are kind of fun but I only share those with my son. Cookies holy s*** cookies, coo andkies to the nines all cookies, most cookies if I’m not mistaken all cookies though every cookie, cookies are amazing.
Cheese, good cheese though like havarti, a good local mozzarella, maybe Muenster, and meats that I could cook. Beef roasts, pork flanks and ribs, 😋 yes please.
I’m gonna go cook now.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for the support you show, I thank you for following, and I thank you for staying true and being you. May your day be forever beautiful and the night be joyous and blissful.
For a while there I was walking four days out of seven. I loved it. Having the exposure to the elements, to feel the beating heat of the sun, the swooning movements of the winds, and hear the fluttering madness of nature all about was and is enthralling.
But I quietly lament with news that I no longer do such things.
If you’ve been reading here for a time, you’ll know that I’m the stay-at-home parent for my little man and he’s now eleven years old. It’s time for homeschool. Meaning we’re together every day, all day, meaning no time to walk and the puppy is still too young to take on daily trots to clear his bowels. I digress.
When I was walking I’d manage to get a mile and a half everyday if not more and god how I Vie for the opportunity to go for a walk. Maybe an early one. Too early. We’ll see.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and for coming time and again. Thank you. May your night be jubilee and the day a gentle waving of resting.
Idiosyncrasy (noun): peculiar mannerisms of oneself
Now, why do I like this word, and how did it become my favorite? This is a conundrum due to likely hearing it in a movie long ago and imagining the meaning being a darker more convoluted meaning, but when I did discover it’s definition it oddly stuck with me.
I have many idiosyncrasies, whether it’s due to health changes, being peculiar, or is it a matter of finding these aspects of life to fit in how my job goes? This I know not but always am I curious to find out.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, I thank you for your support and truly value you visiting my site. I wish you a cherished morning and a joyous night. Thank you for being you, thank you for staying awesome.
It’s odd, I freeze, pause for what feels like an eons worth, staring at the blank screen trying to think…to ponder of a hypothetical dream of a week I wish I had. Here’s the thing…I truly have very little idea of what I’d do. An ideal week has me feeling guilty ridden as I don’t feel I’d have the people I’m connected to in such a situation. Now does that make me the asshole? So I’ll give it my best. Let’s see if you can guess the truths from the lies hahaha.
Monday: I wake to silence and take a quick shower. I do my rapid work out and heat up a microwavable breakfast sandwich, coffee and take to writing poetry for the first half hour or full hour to the start of my day in silence. Later followed with more coffee and loads of water, some painting and time with my little man. Dinner from the grill, shrimp and chicken kabobs. Late night crime series extravaganza.
Tuesday: The morning starts with Sweet Ella’s pastries; a bakery for the gluten sensitive that always happens to have the right treats for the day. Then, of course, more coffee. Followed by perhaps a Dagwood sandwich created by self to convey the monumentous week that I imagine to be a great week. Followed by more art, a step into economics because, well, school never ends hahaha.
Wednesday: it’s therapy day, so this one would encompass my son fully. To that id wake up slowly, stretch, do some Tai Chi, write something, perhaps another poem and start a quick sketch of a face while I have my son bathe and ready himself for the day. Therapy then home then more therapy. Rounded up with a Chick-fil-A date of the three of us then back home.
Thursday: Thursday, Thursday, we knock the tree.
So there is a small tree about 15 feet high and likely 13-14 feet wide. it’s a tree with small crab apples that it sproute and my son has managed to figure out that if you whack the tree and tug at the branches, it’ll drop these crab apples. He finds it utterly pleasing and today will likely be the day that he’ll hit the last of them and become quite frustrated. We’ll see. But watching his face lighten up with every crab apple hitting the concrete will bring pleasure enough for years. I’m not one who needs much in life to enjoy.
Friday: today will be my writing day. Leave me alone. Let my music ring let my pencil scribe, let my fingers tap at the keys to write and write and write. Just let me be and don’t mind if I have copious amounts of coffee, again.
Saturday: Meet day with John for the Memoirs. We’d have a breakfast at Julian’s, we’d share our weeks worth of memories and casually talk about what’s planned after we leave the restaurant. To which would always consider the memoirs and that would envelop most of the day while we plan, move this, edit that, and compile, stack, stamp and leave for another week.
Sunday: Rest and relaxation. Legitimately the day of R&R. Don’t bother me I’ll see you next Tuesday. 😁
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. Thank you for your support and you’re coming back again and again. May your day be joyous and may the night be Bliss a complete and total Bliss.
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
Hi-ho and hello.
It’s the condescending ones, or the pretentious types. The know-it-all’s and those who tell me they know what I’m thinking.
I’m human and with that comes the many flaws that we all carry. I’m not a know-it-all, though I sometimes wish I did. I wonder, and fascinate but I’m wanting and willing to learn and find something new in life. The types of behaviour that bring up a red flag for me are those that come with the patronizing behaviours of a holier than though type. I have no time for someone who can’t see flaws and enjoy and see the beauty of the flaw itself. Life is too beautiful and to monumentous to be so shallow.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support and your time, may your day be ever great and your night be blessful and joyous. Thank you for being you, thank you for saying awesome, and thank you for being a little crazy.
I’d say the answer is coffee…no, no it’s the music that I need to help the pulse. But then it’s not. It’s something more, something innocuous and blase. It’s an amalgamation of the temperate weather, the warm and bitter aroma from the coffee and it’s dark lacquered elixir that touches the lips, and the cacophony of delicious musically entwined notes that tickle my fancies and feed my dreams.
When those elements are just right I drop the tunes low, enough that it’s more a faint dribble of what is known that can be hardly deciphered. And I breathe. I don’t turn the telly on, I don’t write, not yet and I breathe and listen to the silence, the soft tunes that trickle in and out and breathe through the hour or two that I find a moment to relax.
But then there are the night hours. When I’m tangled and teased with the fretful night teases it’s dark shadows with alluring light of something unknown…these aren’t so much hours of relaxation than more a planning of the next morning, the next week, or my self worrying into the nonsense of the imaginations will.
C’est La Vie
Good night and Good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support, for coming time and again and dealing with my unruly and untimely drops that have gone to the winds lately. Thank you. Thank you for being you and staying awesome.
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
The word I’d put on the cancel train would be ‘LIKE’.
Like, I’m totally thinking about, like, the way, like, worth and the bullshit in life. Like, it’s not chaos when, like, there’s no true management of language like, you know what I mean?
I would get rid of that word, I would obliterate that word to the point that there would be no sense of using the word in any form. Whether it be poem, riddle or a question. Like would be dead to the world.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for your support, thank you for the passion you show in that you come to read something of kilter and sometimes unsound.
Thank you and may your day and night be bliss and be rich.
Fear is an amazing and frightening thing isn’t it? We can be so relaxed with not a worry to be had and all it takes is that small innocuous moment of something changing to immediately set anxieties reeling and levels of stress reaching a peak that has one struggling to breathe.
I’m there now. Struggling to breathe but there is something funny about this…isn’t there? Because, what do you want to bet nothing has happened?
It’s true. Nothing as of yet has happened about the workshop. Nothing has manifested other than my dear friend having a good session for a workshop. That’s it.
And for some reason my imagination isn’t there.
What happens within is the mind tells me he’s fleeing that he’ll cut the cord today, that he’ll tell me I’m a fraud, nothing good, waste of time…oh the anguish.
That’s the imagination at its worst.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your patience, I thank you for your support, I thank you for being you and staying awesome. May your night be ever graceful and the night be a whirlwind of bliss and wonder.
So I got a job and I’ve had this job for awhile now; I’ve been the editor kind of character for my dear friend John for almost two years now. And I’m nervous.
I feel that I haven’t done enough in drawing a line and implicating a call for prompts and exploratory scapes into the fundamental craft of writing to write.
I’ve been so focused on maintaining that of what he wrote for the memoir and what I’ve edited. It’s all I edit and all I focus on when I come over.
But lo and behold his wife scheduled up a writing workshop.
Now a small part of me was throwing a mental fit when I got the news.
The other, larger portion was elated to hear for John as a writing workshop would be more than great for him and help him hone in his craft and find his voice.
I guess what I’m nervous about is losing my position and him finding out that I’m less than I try to portray as someone who has been writing for years.
The trouble of the matter is, I have been writing for a long duration and am in school currently and will be gaining my Masters sooner than later. So I’m nervous. I’m also reeling with the imaginary fears of being considered obsolete now that he’s been to a workshop. I know it’s foolish, but still, there’s an inkling inside that has me spinning and near fretful.
I guess I can do nothing but continue editing, continue communication and hope that my small worries don’t manifest into something greater.
Fingers crossed.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support, thank you for coming time and again. May your nights be forever joyous and the days be blissful and gentle.
It rests on a 2.3 acre lot of willows and firs. The grounds are littered with a variety of vegetables, roots, and spices, but it’s all wild. They decorated delicately showing a lightly trodden path to the large patio that encompasses the perimeter of the house. The rests a hanging an empty hammock with two rocking. Chairs across the patio walkway where a solitary stable stands resolute and silent.
At the purple and large door rests a large brass knob. It creaks and groans with a teal powder reminiscent on the hand after the door is pushed open.
The large foray says hello with a standing bookcase encased in glass, depression glass on the shelves, these from an old and gone grandmother rest forever collecting faint dust particles in the light.
Continuing on there’s a small half bath with a toilet and sink, mirror, cabinet for medicines and triage, a drawer for toilet paper and tissue.
Then you come to the kitchen. An oversized and open kitchen that has a large bay door that opens up, overhead leaving the elements in close range. There’s a large stove top and range with ample ashen stone counter tops.
Produce and perishables are in a double wide fridge that’s doors are clear for clear and concise ordering. The island has drawers filled with all necessities for the kitchen, mixer, food processor, blender, knife sharpener, bread maker, pans, baking sheets, and assorted, needed utensils.
On to the living room which has a good sized TV on the wall but there are bookcases that shroud the walls. Each loaded with books of awe, wonder, and splendour. Each bookcase is handmade and birthed from recycled beach wood. The hall way leads onto a spiral staircase that leads to a master bedroom with a large bathroom, shower, tub, toilet, bidet, and dryer. Two guest rooms, and a craft room, an art studio and a sensory room that rests atop the third floor.
The back yard has a small pond with coy fish, room enough for an oversized run for the Pyrenees and private hut.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support, thank you for coming back in again, truly it means the world to me. I hope your night is blissful and your day joyous. Stay safe, stay cool, and stay awesome.
Maybe I am, maybe. But when one has to think if there is a grudge to be had, I feel that it’s telling that there isn’t a grudge.
Overall, I think about forgiveness, or being unforgiving.
I think, if anything, I have a grudge against myself. But that has to do with not forgiving myself for past actions.
Do you ever think of that? In respects to others that may have ruffled your feathers, how do we rate ourselves with our anger in respects of the self and everybody else. Can we be angry at the world for waking up hurting? Can we hate our partner because work was rough? Do our failures feed the anger that holds to the past.
As it is what I wrote at the top of this post, to what is being written now is the past. Are we going to go back to circumvent and circumvent and circumvent or do we face the problems head on?
And maybe that’s why I don’t have a Grinch, maybe that’s why I have been able to let go of the things that do frustrate me because instead of circumventing I do what I can to either face on or scream at it.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. May your day be forever blissful, and your night be joyously invigorating. I thank you for your support, for being you, and for staying awesome.
I’m easily moved or perhaps I’m empathetic to a lot and being moved is due to the empathy I carry. I wouldn’t know as it’s not something I’m concerned about. I love the way emotions hit me differently. But it doesn’t mean I’m a sobbing and weeping man forever moaning in the dark.
There is this simplicity I see in the world and how it’s all connected. And I think that’s why I get moved expeditiously when it clicks.
Take Assault on Wall Street for example.
It isn’t a great film, feel that it was definitely made in a hurry but there is a part where the main character loses his partner or his spouse and the reason why hit me like a hurricane would. My body was riddled with complete and absolute grief and what it must have felt like for all the people that had had their money stripped from them and trusting the system.
Or the wind on this very day and how it hits just right. There are notes of fall in the air, a crisp chill that nips at the toes…and the smell encompasses my everything for a moment and I can sense the changes coming.
ENJOI!!!
Or that moment when the music lands at my ears with a gentle cacophony of splendour, the whisper of strings whisp my mind away cascading into the meadows of dream and wonder.
C’est La Vie
0 good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support, thank you for coming back again. And once again thank you for being you and staying awesome.
So Ray Bradbury’s said, a long while ago, that you only fail if you quit when it comes to being a writer. So that is why I’m here. I am here because I have a deep respect for Bradbury and his writings and his suggestions and his ideas and one of them is writing every day and I’ve done everything I can to make sure that I supply that. Though there are times lately, that I let my fatigue and depression get in the way of it which isn’t okay, but it’s life and that is life. So that is what I do and that is why I do it.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support, thank you for being you and staying awesome. May your night be glorious and the day be gentle.
A Zen quote I found earlier today reading the opinion of Ethan Hawke.
“You don’t have to walk on water, you get to walk on Earth”
The conversation was about film and the emotions we walk away with after the film is done.
He mentions how, like many of us, he loves the big tent pole films just like the rest, but is left with a resounding lament to not being a wizard or a Jedi after the movie is done.
But what he mentions and why I’m here today is due to the quote above and Richard Linklater films.
Now, I love cinema, I love the scripts, the diction, the setting, and themes of whatever it is that has met the screen. But I get what Hawke is getting at. There is something about the relatable, or the parallel that seems far fetched but when you watch a Linklater film, it’s like getting doused in cold water. There’s a reminding to the tether that each of us have that is life and living.
We may not be on brooms whizzing around in the sky, or force pushing our way through squads of clones, but notice the air you’re breathing?
Can you feel the heat of your exhaling, can you feel your teeth get a small and brief coating of coolness when you breathe back in? That’s you. Living and breathing and sensing these small innocuous additions that make life the treat it is every day.
Hawke mentions the quote ‘You don’t have to walk on water, you get to walk on Earth’ and the resounding beauty and simplicity cascades effortlessly through me. He has a point though doesn’t he?
If the grandiosity doesn’t match with the true implication of what’s possible, it changes things doesn’t it? It leaves you wanting something that’s not possible, thus dreaming for naught.
So I get where he’s coming from in the fact that though it’s nice to dream and that kind of means dreaming about being a Jedi or a superhero or having unfathomable power is one one thing. But to be truly moved and to be able to empathize through the means of film and art to portray that of what is real, that’s a gift and definitely a gift that I think a lot of us should breathe in a little bit more.
And I know, I’m late, three, maybe four now, mm I think…life is…well, it’s life. It’s not always peaches and cream or mana from the heavens…sometimes it’s a s*** sandwich that we need to persevere through.
I know sorry fell, I’d say ghoulish overkill or ghoulish humor but it’s not humorous it’s f****** life.
But that’s the beauty of it. Life is beautiful and messy and sometimes chaotic and sometimes perfect, it’s life. There will be days where I will have my s*** in order and there will be weeks that I’m…off my game.
Today, hell, this week has been that for me.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I hope your day is beautiful and your night is blissful. Thank you for being you thank you for supporting and thank you for being awesome.
I swear by the gods I swear I already posted this and somehow the two hundred and 28th and the 29th had both been left untouched but…I wrote and wrote and spoke and now it’s gone. I digress.
Let’s answer the question about how I’m feeling right now though.
Truth of the matter is I’m not feeling well, I haven’t slept, I feel sick, I feel drained, I’m dealing with massive fatigue, the headaches have felt like hell, and the back feels like it’s splitting in half, my knees feel like they’re chopped and diced. I’m not feeling well I’m exhausted and I’m f****** tired as f***all and I don’t know why, and to top it all the memory and the word vomit is getting worse and when I say word vomit …I mean wodr vluommaha. It’s more like a smeared variation and I nearly choke on my tongue every time. Really loving the MS lately. 😏
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and coming back and back. Thank you for being awesome and staying you.
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
Hi-ho and hello.
What a day, what a week…and it’s not even near the weekend.
ENJOI !!!
As for what tools or techniques to the habit that fuels a positive outcome on the daily, it starts with coffee. Then comes music. Now if these pair well and stand resolute than the outcome of the day goes well…….. but the best habit that stands separate and aids in a more than beneficial manner is the meditation.
ENJOI!!!
But my meditation is putting on Ludovico Einaudi tracks sitting on the floor and closing my eyes for a good ten minutes.
ENJOI !!!
And now that I think about it the last few days meditation has not been at my start, that’s how I’ve managed to wrap up my day, so I think I kind of threw myself off.
Truly, I hope you enjoy the tunes.
But this is life, we’re constantly changing and being a new variation of what and who we are, was, and will be.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I truly hope your night is glorious, and I pray that your day is bountiful. Thank you for your support, thank you for being you, and thank you for being awesome.
These last few days that’s where I’ve found myself. Unable to write, unable to clearly think. Do you ever find this in your scope? I mean it’s a legitimate question. Do you ever wake up and you go about your day and you realize it’s not that you don’t have thoughts it’s not that you’re not thinking, there’s just an area within that seems scrubbed or so disheveled and unorganized that for some reason you can’t extrapolate from that source? This has been the way of my life the last week. I am in this f****** stupor that seems so hard to remove myself from. And obviously I’m coming too, I don’t know how that would be obvious to you except for the way I’m writing and the way I’m discussing, but still there’s this field of depression that has me really wanting to kick rocks. Thankfully the weather matches my mood.
But right quick does it come with a small inkling of feeling alone that seems to spread and permeate even the dreams you tend to have?
I honestly don’t know and I think it’s okay. There’s something about being in the dark in the scope of my internal circumstances that has me breathe a quiet celebration of avoidance.
This is where I share the thoughts that scratch up my skull, where the music shrouds my thoughts am but shares a familiar lamenting.
ENJOI!!!
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown. And hope your day is gentle and the night wondrous!
Would this be my favorite recipe for cookies? Since my favorite recipe for what makes festivities perfect? Is this my favorite recipe for madness? Or is this my favorite recipe of something I like something I would eat?
If this is food, we’re talking about green chili.
1 lb roasted and peeled green chili/Hatch/Anaheim (always remember to remove stems, if you want to remove seeds by all means but that’s not what chili is if you’re going to do that)
6-7 roma tomatoes (roast)
Half of one yellow onion (roast)
3 cloves of garlic (peel, then roast)
Now put chili, tomato, onion, and garlic into a food processor and blend. Add one to two tablespoons of salt, add onion powder for flavor
3 tbsp Salt
1 tbsp Onion powder
Next pull out 2 lb of pork, trim off fat, slice into one to two inch square chunks.
Grab a large pot, put about four tablespoons of olive oil, play this one by I depending on your quantity of pork you’ll need a little bit more oil.
Once oil is heated put pork on mix until you have a good carameling and all the pieces are showing a little bit of char.
You will now want to apply quickly and slowly while also stirring a quarter of a cup of flour (can be corn flour) into the flour.
Add 2 cups of water
Add a 16 oz of chunky tomato
Stir and let simmer for 45 minutes.
Voila.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be beautiful and your night be blissful. I thank you for your support. Thank you for being awesome and thank you for staying you.
Personally I’m actually a big fan of this prompt for the simple fact that I can’t think of any TV show that I religiously watched growing up. There were the few like House. But during my growing up when I was in high school. I remember wanting to watch a few seasons of CSI the OG one that was a great series. But honestly I didn’t really get into watching anything until I was an older person.
And honestly just scratching the very base of my brain, and thinking of TV shows growing up, there was Twilight Zone and that used to play early morning episodes in the A.M. but that wasn’t something that was religious that was just something that if I happen to wake up early enough I had the prospects of seeing it and given with my knowing how I knew I would take care of things last minute growing up I probably watched the whole episode and then scrounge to get myself dressed for school.
Then again I left the phone for a minute mind you, and thought about it and there were shows like Mannix, unsolved mysteries, or Ripley’s Believe it or not, X-Files those are things I remember growing up. ER that’s another show I remember growing out remember somehow watching and for reasons unknown being into it and I don’t know why. I like the guy though that was from Seven that was on there I think he was a surgeon and Don Cheadle his character was f****** great. Oh and I guess I had a thing for the guy named Luca on ER as that was the name I always wanted my first son to have. It was Luca. And Daria, Aeon Flux, Beavis and Butthead, The Transformers, The Hobbit. That was something that I watched religiously growing up on VHS I f****** loved The Hobbit.
And I think that’s it. At least the ones I remember that I want to remember and know there are other crime series growing up stuff that was on syndication that my grandparents would watch where I was the one that staying the night. But for some reason I always remember unsolved with mysteries Robert stack and that f****** theme song horrible when you’re 5 years old trying to find some sleep that song gives nightmares nowadays it loves me to sleep but then whooo. Hahaha.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be beautiful and your night be amazing, thank you for being you and thank you for saying awesome.
Dream Dark Stories 