Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Good morning, Wrizzlers. One last day of flying a sign and then my ex and I are going to hang out one last time. I'm never returning to Seattle. I had high hopes when I moved here, but they have been crushed too many times to count. There will be some things worth missing, but not enough to ever come back....[[|:-)