I always feel like somebody’s watching me…
like crazy people who watch me blink, counting how many times I do it in a minute and furtively scribbling the results in a tiny, moist notebook.
- How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
- Live From The Field
OUR Beloved leader !! We love you Christa, Indeed we do!!
But not enough to have saved every picture you post on our hard drives.
my sentiments exactly.
I feel like toxic waste…