Guess what I did two years ago? Spent the night fighting with the vacuum cleaner at church.
Guess what I did three years ago? Broke off my engagement.
And look where I am now. Oh wait. You can't. I never write about it on here. Or at least, not in very descriptive terms. It all tends to stay pretty vague. Especially when it comes to him. Not sure why; it just does.
How's that for spooky Halloweens?
And how different my life would be if...
I'm not even going to get into the "if onlys." Because you know that if I do, it's all going to be about that stupid plugged-up vacuum cleaner and how I could have gotten so much more sleep that night if someone had just gotten around to changing the bag before we tried to vacuum up all the wood chips and straw from the petting zoo.
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