i found my shel silverstein books and have been reading them for the past hour minus cigarette breaks. bye bye baby.

maybe, just maybe, i will wake up next to my husband in a house on the beach in costa rica to the smell of banana pancakes.

i think i would like i job where i could sit on pillows, drink coffee, and read poetry all day in my sweatpants.

"rose is a rose is a rose is a rose"

i have been in new york for 24 hours and my eyes are still burning from the sun.
nothing good ever happens after 2 am. just go to bed.

we got free honey mustard because the waitor guessed i am 17. remember that.

i feel as though my life is about to change in more ways than i know how to process. however, today, i won a foil wrapped gum ball at the video store.

today i age.

welp, i royally fucked that one up. go me.

gone till november

peace bitchesssssss