So there I am, surrounded by Russian mobsters, all of them three times my size. They didn't hear me sneak in, but when I suddenly appeared in the middle of their backroom deal- Well, no one's that stupid. I look down at the priceless artifacts in their hands, (my family's heirlooms) and back up into their sneering faces. There are three big ones, and all their lackeys are in the background, not sure of what to do. Once I get rid of the head honchos, the little guys should scatter like scared roaches. I'll hunt them down later. I feel the weight of the hidden crossbows in my sleeves. There's no way these three are getting out of here alive...
And then I wake up and remember I'm living in tiny, dingy hotel room, snuggling a backpack I left on the bed, and laying in a puddle of drool.
This is a blog I've decided to start to record all the tiny, inconsequential things I'd forget otherwise, or that I'm fascinated by and need to remember to get back to later.
So it's about art, and music, and funny youtube videos, and .gifs, and things my husband does. It's also my workout log. And my travel journal.
Like a squirrel burying it's nuts for winter, then forgetting about them, then almost getting hit by a car, and then finding another nut, then leaving that nut somewhere....these are the days of our lives.
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