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OMG I L♡VE HER!! She has been a solid follower of mine, a beautiful and loving person, and I have to give her props. She is an amazing person to follow. cynicallia thank you girl. Love ya😃💋💙❤💚👍✌

Oh my.. Hey there, madam! *laughs awkwardly* I’m gonna go hide in my plastic castle now.

..hhhmm.. sleep is always an unfulfilling tease. I have three options right now:
1) Play the game and inevitably fail and be miserable.
2) Sit alone in the dark playing some other iGames on my iPooptart until the iBattery dies.
3) Grab my boots and crawl through my seekrit portal to stalk the streets for a bit.

..
*gets dem booties*
*does the unthinkable rebel thang and leaves the phone behind to charge*

Talk at ya later, my perfect crew of cupcakes. This Deemin gonna prowl.

EDIT:
That was noice. I roamed down towards the side of town my friend used to live in. I only saw one skunk and s/he didn’t seem interested in being pals. I left a handful of cat treats on the sidewalk, anyway. I always take a different route when I return from a walk, so I don’t know if s/he found them or not. The apple tree I was looking forward to checking out was cut down, and the lot where I find a couple varieties of herbs was fenced off. Those were disappointments I hadn’t been prepared for. I did find a huge raspberry patch, but it’s too early for there to be any fruit. Everyone was still asleep when I got in and I slithered into the basement to crash in the rocking chair. Didn’t even bother heading up to the attic for my phone until now. Judging by the noises, methinks M just returned from dropping his mom off at church. I didn’t have any missed calls or texts, so apparently I wasn’t needed, which is always a very nice thing. I like my new boots but they were not built for walking. My legs get stiff every time I wear them out. Insoles never helped, so I’m just going to have to suffer for my passion. Sleeping in a wooden chair is surprisingly comfortable, and it offers an unexpected invisibility. No new mystery bruises, yeay! I need to go feed my kids.

EDIT II:
Not ten seconds after updating, M was magnetically in my face. Aside from being an intolerable pest, he just gave me a head’s up that his son is most likely going to stop over in a little while. ..*dramatic sighing*

EDIT III:
That’s a dirty trick! Playing BÖC, trying to lure me down to the living room.. yes, I hear and I obey.. *dances down the stairs*

Cyn’s Favorite (Local) Trees
(Not necessarily in order)

1. Black Walnut
2. Mimosa
3. Lime (Linden)
4. Autumn Olive
5. Mountain Ash
6. Gingko
7. White Oak
8. Bois d’Arc
9. Sassafras
10. Pear

I just love trees so much. It’s really hard to pick only a few for a top ten list, but these were the first ten to come to heart mind. A top twenty five list would also be tricky.. there are just so many really awesome varieties, each with different reasons for appealing to me (herbal uses, fond memories, favorite fruits/flowers, fragrant bark, historical symbolism..). <3

Magnolia, yew, weeping willow, apple, fig, black locust, cherry, blue spruce, juniper, mulberry, blueberry, birch, every single oak ever, red maple, sweet gum, sycamore, bay laurel, catalpa, persimmon, poplar, cedars, orange, sumac, elder, pignut hickory.. and those are just a few of my local favorites. Nevermind the African, European, Australian, South American, and Asian trees I dream about. Gurrr! All my love!


'Possum. &lt;3 I should've brought some snacks to share.
Also saw a cat, four skunks, maybe three bats, a patch of Old Bad Habit (which I did not touch), and I just put out the sixth seventh street lamp of the night.
I passed a heavy duty construction vehicle that was emanating mechanical heat and it smelled exactly like my uncle’s Sawmill. The nostalgia was intense.. that’s when the seventh street lamp blacked out.
The scent of mimosa flowers is driving me wild. They’re off-road in the swamps, though, and I’m not dressed for playing in the mud. I’m right around the corner from the haus now, but I’m not ready to head in yet. If I hadn’t forgot my water, I could roam until Sunrise.. it was cool and breezy when I left but the humidity just came back, and I’m not going to risk passing out on the highway.. fuck that. I’m just gonna chill here in the dark of some old oak trees, sitting on a picnic table, listening to my rusty dusty outlaw noize.
'Possum. &lt;3 I should've brought some snacks to share.
Also saw a cat, four skunks, maybe three bats, a patch of Old Bad Habit (which I did not touch), and I just put out the sixth seventh street lamp of the night.
I passed a heavy duty construction vehicle that was emanating mechanical heat and it smelled exactly like my uncle’s Sawmill. The nostalgia was intense.. that’s when the seventh street lamp blacked out.
The scent of mimosa flowers is driving me wild. They’re off-road in the swamps, though, and I’m not dressed for playing in the mud. I’m right around the corner from the haus now, but I’m not ready to head in yet. If I hadn’t forgot my water, I could roam until Sunrise.. it was cool and breezy when I left but the humidity just came back, and I’m not going to risk passing out on the highway.. fuck that. I’m just gonna chill here in the dark of some old oak trees, sitting on a picnic table, listening to my rusty dusty outlaw noize.

'Possum. <3 I should've brought some snacks to share.

Also saw a cat, four skunks, maybe three bats, a patch of Old Bad Habit (which I did not touch), and I just put out the sixth seventh street lamp of the night.

I passed a heavy duty construction vehicle that was emanating mechanical heat and it smelled exactly like my uncle’s Sawmill. The nostalgia was intense.. that’s when the seventh street lamp blacked out.

The scent of mimosa flowers is driving me wild. They’re off-road in the swamps, though, and I’m not dressed for playing in the mud. I’m right around the corner from the haus now, but I’m not ready to head in yet. If I hadn’t forgot my water, I could roam until Sunrise.. it was cool and breezy when I left but the humidity just came back, and I’m not going to risk passing out on the highway.. fuck that. I’m just gonna chill here in the dark of some old oak trees, sitting on a picnic table, listening to my rusty dusty outlaw noize.

RWBY Volume 2: Chapter 1

Note to potential lurve interests:
My PMS experience is literally nothing more than cravings for junk food, a tendency to actually succeed at taking small naps, and a mildly elevated intolerance for reckless stupidity (which can be negated 100% by simple courtesy and avoidance of crowds). I know, I’m horrible.

..oh, yeah, and I also get emotional to the point of tears when I see really beautiful reptiles. Not like “baw haw haw” but like “omgs babies are so perfect I need six of these.”

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