Where are you?


Eagerly waiting for the postman to bring me my box of beads. Today I woke up and immediately got dressed just to check, but there was nothing there.

I think tomorrow will be it, and I’m going to be ready to pounce on that box before anyone steals it (yes, this has happened to me before and that’s when I almost killed a person because come on, WHO STEALS SOMEONE ELSE’S PACKAGE? [It is clear to me now writing this post that I am still traumatized and perhaps not even completely over the incident]). So tomorrow, it’s on. That box is mine. Or else.