Archives for the month of: August, 2010

the lost one

Sometimes I snack on dry cereal when I’m in bed…

I got out of the shower the other morning to find the following note and ‘O’.

The note reads: woe is me, for I am lonely cheerio. left behind by my brethren, I have spent the night underneath a woman who knew not that I was here! what is my fate? I wonder.

Almost better than the love notes I usually get. ❤

tangled webs

You are not an island, and you’re not supposed to be.