Neither do I, I thought it was oxen that forded rivers. "It's where the oxen used to ford the river and they started calling it 'Oxen Ford' and people done shortened it to 'Oxford'" (J D Clampett) Come on, I can be the only one who watches old tv shows. I love reminiscing with old friends.
If you didn't know, I'm a military brat and I've moved around 16 times throughout my life, and I'm recovering from the last one so hearing from my friends fills my heart with so much warm fuzziness I just want to find a giant panda bear and give it a giant hug, and then I want to cry because I can't see them.
Just so you now, I'm a crier, I'm a baby, a sucker, for movies and books and real life too. I cry watching "The Lion King" for goodness sakes. I cried when Dumbledore died (I like how my iPad recognizes Dumbledores name and doesn't make it a typo, yet it still thinks my name is spelled wrong.) Heck, I cry for no reason at all sometimes.
I get in sulky moods that I can never snap out of, I'm sure people think I'm being distant or rude (and it's probably true) but I have so much on my mind sometimes and I just can't shake it. I have yet to learn that secret. Then again, it was raining cats and dogs at the time so not seeing the sun (although I love the rain) can be a little bit of a downer.
I don't know how to end these things. I guess I could just....
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