Today I was meeting my sister at the gym and I got all dressed, locked the front door, walked out, and realized I didn't have my keys. So there I was standing outside my apartment thinking about when Brandon would be home next. Since I was already in my gym gear I thought, oh well, I guess I have to go running. It was nice until the clouds pulled away and I suffered in that glorious afternoon heat. But at least my experience was better than
the last time I was locked out of my apartment.
1 comment:
isn't that the truth! please don't ever try to commit suicide again...just wait for brandon to come home! we need you around becca!
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