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Hi there, So last Thursday I lost a ring at the Savannah Climbing Co-Op, or Possibly Forsyth Park (I think….) its a ring that I’ve had for a very long time and while it has very little value and, quite frankly, is kind of ugly, it has a lot of personal significance to me.
I know this is a major longshot, but if anyone has found this ring OR can re-blog this for me….. I would love you forever….
Reward for anyone who finds it.
It actually looks like bread!!!!!!!! Omg I did it!
Hungover….. I’m literally still in bed, after a few unpleasant trips to the porcelain throne, this day has been glorious!!!!
Finished the last book of Game of Thrones (the last published book), I’ve concluded that George R. R. Martin hates everything I hold dear and wants to see it burn.
Literally every single vivid dream I can remember since I’ve been back from Vietnam has been about Cat Bà, Asia, climbing on Cat Bà, people I met in Vietnam or climbing and very little to do with life here.
What is going on in my head? Am I really that nostalgic? Did it really have THAT much of an affect on me? Do I need to go back? Seriously, I just want to dream about Flying or cats or whatever people dream about.
