Whenever there is a problem in my life, my Grandmother assumes that I’ve lost God…or drank too much milk.
Subject of a conversation I had with Torrie last night…
16 Wednesday Nov 2005
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Joshua Alan Doetsch
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Yeah, that and, how are your flowers doing? Oh, what dozen orange roses, one might ask? Hmph.
Yeah, that and, how are your flowers doing? Oh, what dozen orange roses, one might ask? Hmph.
The flowers are well…they’ve dried up and frozen into an ideal arrangment that fits my room well. I even found a pretty cool place for them.
The flowers are well…they’ve dried up and frozen into an ideal arrangment that fits my room well. I even found a pretty cool place for them.
I kid because I love.
I love because I kid.
I love because I kid.
I kid because I love.