Guess the body of this post is pretty much in the subject line up there.
Maybe again someday? Who knows. Just deactivated, didn’t delete. Wanted to see what the other side is like. But I’m still in birdland, should anybody need me.
And I’m on Litsy as well, having fun.
Not on Instagram, though. Reason? I never think of taking pictures. Jealous of an impressed by all the people who do and can, though. Or, maybe I should say, the only things I ever think to snap a pic of, which maybe explains why I’m not an Instagrammer, are:
TRUCKS I’M IMMEDIATELY IN FOREVER LOVE WITH:
DEAD ANIMALS I’VE WALKED UP ON:
CLOCKS AT 12:34:
AND, OF COURSE, INJURIES:
(I’ve got a whole album)
So, maybe I’ll see you on Twitter or Litsy, anyway. Or, if you’re a dead animal or a nice truck, then I’m sure I’ll be finding you shortly. And if we’re both lucky, it’ll be 12:34 — and if I’m lucky, then I won’t be injured at the moment, either.
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