She's so pretty. Pretty like flowers on the fog.
I've just realized something. It's raining. On Christmas. In December. I'm a couple hundred miles away from my wife. I'm glad you could be with me, mi lluvia Diciembre.
Even if she physically isn't here today, she was with me and my family on Christmas Eve. I have a lot I could write about that but I'm at my dads house so I don't want to because I run the risk of getting caught.
Lots to say. Little time. I drank like 3/4 of a wine bottle on Christmas Eve Eve by myself and didn't even catch a buzz. I'm kind of very much disappointed.
