

Years ago I had some imported drink called Jul Must. Haven’t seen it since. Came from somewhere Scandinavian. Weird flavor, probably an acquired taste, and I WANT MORE!
Years ago I had some imported drink called Jul Must. Haven’t seen it since. Came from somewhere Scandinavian. Weird flavor, probably an acquired taste, and I WANT MORE!
Yup! And you can get where you’ll step right over the garbage that needs taking out as you go outside and not even notice.
… there’s no need to prepare your keys to gouge my eyes out.
When I see women do this around me, I feel a little glad for them that they don’t need to do this and a little sad they don’t (and really can’t) know that they don’t need to do this.
I understand feeling hurt that someone might be afraid of me, but that gets erased when I exercise a little empathy for that person who is afraid.
My grandmother’s closet - old wood, old clothes, and mothballs
Thank you!