4:48 PM
When I was about four years old, apparently, I had instances in which I would go to my parents and tell them about conversations I had with deceased relatives I’d never met before, describing them perfectly and telling my parents what these people would say.
Not wanting to sound like a nutcase or anything, but sometimes there are things in life that simply cannot be explained in any fashion. The world, whether we know it or not, still has mystery.
I was wondering if you were doing anything Saturday.
I’m washing my hair.
Oh Emma, you rascal.
2:37 AM
a message from Anonymous
are you a hippie?
. . I don’t like labeling things. I do admire aspects of hippie culture, so I guess I’d say I’m inspired by them.
