nothing clever to muse on and life has been very rinse, wash repeat for the past i don't even know how long. you know what, though? i think that's something to celebrate. the same faces, the same events, the same stories. the same hugs, the same kisses, the same few people who insist on invading your personal space and you pretend to reluctantly let them. you know the drill.
some people just aren't made for adventures and that's a-okay.
and those who try to wreak havoc, well, you know. you must know. (karma's a bad, bad bitch.)