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forcing myself to show much more than what I usually don't show at all. Mostly to give life to my writing, thoughts, expressions and mad rambles, which I mostly delete...and this is what was not. If you're looking to ask me something, feel free.
BECAUSE BEING “PUSSY-WHIPPED” JUST DOESN’T COVER IT
Shit just got real.
In the mornings, I always turn on Pandora Radio, and I have a Disney Music station that’s pretty awesome. While I was washing off the morning dishes, the Peter Pan classic “We Can Fly” was playing. So here I am, singing, doing the dishes, when suddenly I hear Diego sing along “HE CAN FLY, HE CAN FLY, MOMMY, I CAN FLY!” followed by a THUMP. In this moment, I think I puked out my heart as I ran to the living room, to find him whimpering on his big tiger pillow. Apparently, he leapt from the couch and landed on said pillow; it broke his fall, but it still hurt him a bit. The recovery-snuggles only lasted about thirty seconds, because afterwards, he hopped off my lap, and proceeded to jump from the couch onto the pillow, singing “I CAN FLY, I CAN FLY, I CAN FLY, I CAN FLY!”
So! Achievement unlocked! Peter Pan complex!
