Add another one to the pet peeves. It baffles me how there are days when I can barely hold my husband's attention for five minutes, yet a game can have him staring at a tv for 12+ hours. Can someone explain this? I wish, as I'm sure a lot of videogame widowed wives wish, that some terrible accident would befall the gaming system. Skyrim, I hate you. Days like this make me wish I had more friends here in this rainy state. Or at least something to do. I'm so horrendously bored.
I was sifting through a lot of old high school pics (circa freshman year) and look at what I stumbled upon.
Hey look, it's baby Josh. And, well, I guess baby me too, though I look older then than I do now I think. We were just friends at this time. Still weird to stumble upon though. Makes me all pathetic and nostalgic. There isn't much that I regret from my high school years. In many ways, it couldn't have been better. Though if I could turn back the clock, I'd tell myself not to starve myself. I'd tell me that it wasn't worth it and the guy who'd fall for you would fall for your mind, not your weight. I'd tell myself to heed the concern of others. If only I could do that, I think I'd spare myself a lot of pain.
I was sifting through a lot of old high school pics (circa freshman year) and look at what I stumbled upon.
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