shmeemster
The aroma of stacks of pancakes filled the kitchen. Pancakes were everywhere; on the table, on the floor, on the chairs, on the ceiling. There were pancakes everywhere that had taken over with no one to eat them.
Forcing someone to do something isn't cool. Neither is the force of really strong winds that might come in the form of a hurricane named Irene. May the force be with you.
I feel like I miss people more than they miss. I wonder if I am missed back at home, and I just feel like I not. I particularly miss him. I miss being with him and texting him and laughing with him. I wish I could make everything go back to the way it was before things got complicated. I miss the simplicity of how things were not too long ago.