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...
Peach and Sock sat inside the cold dark mailbox waiting to be picked up by the mail man... or was it a male man... lol Ah anyway... as they were sitting there, Peach looked to Sock as if to say "This is so cool, I'm glad I thought of this."
Sock looked to Peach and snickered, which turned into outright laughter... because she knew Peach couldn't really talk, all she could do was telepathically project thoughts of destruction into her head... as well as other thoughts of warm fuzzies.
Sock stuck her tongue out at Peach and glared at her... "It was MY idea Peach! Not Yours!"
Peach sighed, and started to nibble on Sock's lock of hair... until Sock was bald.
Sock, realizing that she didn't have any hair anymore, started to cry. Peach got tired of the crying, so she ate her...
Afterwards, Peach hobbled out of the mailbox and went back in the house, sat down at her desk and started to write.
Sock looked to Peach and snickered, which turned into outright laughter... because she knew Peach couldn't really talk, all she could do was telepathically project thoughts of destruction into her head... as well as other thoughts of warm fuzzies.
Sock stuck her tongue out at Peach and glared at her... "It was MY idea Peach! Not Yours!"
Peach sighed, and started to nibble on Sock's lock of hair... until Sock was bald.
Sock, realizing that she didn't have any hair anymore, started to cry. Peach got tired of the crying, so she ate her...
Afterwards, Peach hobbled out of the mailbox and went back in the house, sat down at her desk and started to write.
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