The adventures of a random Canadian chick who has tools, can clean fish, and can open a pickle jar by herself.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
"Everyone's got some sort of skeleton in their closet. It's not my place to ask you about it when it's not ready to come out. When it's ready, it'll bust down the door by itself."
I feel you in my bones.
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