everyone calls me santa monica sigh
Dear Carolina,
I attempted to cook today. It was fun, actually. We still have Grant, so I decoded to make him a meat bread. It sounded good in my head, but not anymore.
So, heres the story. I got back from the grocery mart and picked up the supposed ingredients for this delicacy, or whatever it was. Putting all of the ingredients into the pot was a mistake. (note to self; never cook without you ;)
For future reference, you may not want to use the blender when you come back. There may or may not be a blade in the wall from it.....
Grant cleaned up the mess on the floor, and that seemed to fill him up. We had fun, in other words.
I love you! I miss cuddling you :(
Kisses,
Niall
i realize why I hate relationships ew
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Epistle 42 (Niall Horan)
أدب الهواة(completed) "Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when...
