My house smells like sausage. I hate sausage. I hated sausage even when I ate meat.
When it was just my mom and me, our house would never have smelled like sausage.
I write when I have time or when I'm bored. Mostly when I'm bored. Enjoy. Or don't.
About Me
- Heather
- I hail from Portland, Oregon; one of the most beautiful cities on earth. As I grow older I realize how much growing up there has influenced me. I love coffee, good beer, trees that pierce through the clouds, hippies, the color green, and sunsets over the river.
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