There’s nothing I hate more than feeling trapped.
My car is iced shut. I don’t mean the locks are iced, because I fixed that problem. I mean iced fucking shut.
Libby and I are increasingly worried about our tree out front. Nothing like branches being weighed down to breaking with ice to invoke motherly feelings.
does not equal
taken earlier today when I could still get Out
definitely does not equal
Admittedly, it’s still very very beautiful.