Sometimes I think I always want more. And this isn't about whoever dies with the most toys wins. It's not about that at all. I've, hopefully, long outgrown that silly notion.
I think I am constantly in want of more from this significant other of mine. Really, this is where I don't want to air my laundry. So, no juicy gossip or anything coming. We'll end this with the phrase giving no offense. That was it.
I feel at the end of the day, it's me. But why? The real lusher around here commented that this baggage claim situation is expected. But what gives man? It's not me.
I swear, moving is turning out to be even more emotional that I expected.
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