Seeing as I am at work and utterly lacking in motivation in my grey, sunless office, I thought I'd get back in action. And vent. I so badly need to vent, and I haven't written seriously , via any medium, in a very, very long time.
DC has become an embarrassment to itself. I'm walking from the metro to my building this morning, and it smells like
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"So I look at pictures of Paris and dream of walking through winding, cobbled alleyways, cracking open paper perfumed books from dusty shelves, drinking nutty cups of espresso in outdoor cafes, eating baguettes and rounds of brie in grassy parks in summer dresses.
I like to fantasize about all of the beautiful things I can possibly imagined collaged into a single piece of scenery. I've got a daydream for every mood. Usually it's bare feet in grassy fields or mountain tops, with tents and books and babies and wine and sunshine.
But other times, it's composed of the more delicate luxuries of a city with a bit more warmth, rustic beauty, and energy."
I AGREE TOTALLY WITH WHAT YOU'VE SAID HERE. LIKE EVERY PART OF IT. HAHA
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