until winter dust blows over..

Two ambien and glass of white, equals sleeping until this winter dust blows over..

Karma's Bitter Sweet Kiss

I believe this post was based on the irony of me calling Mr. Boots, from the Artic Tundra, and hating it, just as he once called me... hmmmm? I guess we'll never know.

Help...

Dear Civilization, 


I miss you. Please take me back. That is all. Thank you. 


xoxo, 
DCGG