Surrounded by birds chirping, loving friends, puppies and a gasping shrug indicating that I genuinely do not like Sunday bladdy mornings.
Sunday is the beginning of a new week; stress begins to overflow in my head. But I like Sundays, Sundays are calming, they also represent new life, new chances and more memories. Memories. The one thing I cannot live without. I wish more people could see life the way I do; look up into the sky and actually realize what kind of a beautiful world we live in.
Sundays. They make no sense. Yet something likes them. Sundays make me make no sense.
Like this particular post. Bleh, lets try again tomorrow.
When I can bitch about frikkin’ Mondays!