My thread! Ahhh... the best of times. And sooo much time spent here. Another thing I miss. Who wants to flirt with me?! *no one raises hand* I've got cranberry juice! *all raises hands* Anyways... *flirt* *flirt* *flirt*
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind