Fri Jun 12 09:10:21 AM MDT 2026 Today is Friday! (Friyay!) But it feels like they come so slow. It’s sad when you look forward to the weekend. I’m not sure how that ever came on the radar, but that’s what this life feels like at times. I wish I didn’t feel this way most weeks, but that’s how I feel. It would be nice to be able to get over whatever is causing this, but what am I going to do about it? So many questions that don’t have a way of making sense. There is never a way to make sense of it all I suppose, that’s what this life is all about. If I had a way to make the future possible? I would so be on that. I’m not sure how that works though. There needs to be a way to make this life manageable. I doubt there seems to be a way to overcome anything. So many possibilities and thought processes out there, I doubt there is a way to overcome a lot in this life. Fri Jun 12 10:09:44 AM MDT 2026 I wish I could understand what this life is meant to turn out to be! I don’t get it most da...
Sock tiptoed out the door and quietly shut it behind her. Being a sock puppet was never an easy task, always having to go wherever the wind flung her about. Today was a little different, she had managed to find a way to use her arms to tiptoe around, quietly of course for she was a sock.
As she tiptoed down the front walkway, she saw the mailman... sock loved the mailman, it was a secret crush that she never dare tell anyone about. She remembered the first day that she saw him delivering mail... of course it was the same day that she had been shoved in a box and sent to New York... but that's another story for another time.
Sock had hoped she would see her original mail man someday... but was never certain when that day would be.
Making her way to the mailbox, Sock peered inside to find it full of letters. Taking one out with her mouth, she looked it over... it was addressed to Santa...
Oh no! She thought. They're sending the letters to the wrong address! Sock looked around, she was certain it wasn't the north pole... at least as far as she could tell it wasn't the north pole. Hopping down from the mailbox, she started to follow the mail truck wondering if she would ever catch up with it...
As she tiptoed down the front walkway, she saw the mailman... sock loved the mailman, it was a secret crush that she never dare tell anyone about. She remembered the first day that she saw him delivering mail... of course it was the same day that she had been shoved in a box and sent to New York... but that's another story for another time.
Sock had hoped she would see her original mail man someday... but was never certain when that day would be.
Making her way to the mailbox, Sock peered inside to find it full of letters. Taking one out with her mouth, she looked it over... it was addressed to Santa...
Oh no! She thought. They're sending the letters to the wrong address! Sock looked around, she was certain it wasn't the north pole... at least as far as she could tell it wasn't the north pole. Hopping down from the mailbox, she started to follow the mail truck wondering if she would ever catch up with it...
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