Dear Strange Middle Aged Man Who Was Dancing Down Westshore Ave. on Roller Skate Shoes at Roughly 11:30 AM this morning,

That spin was amazing. I might be in love with you. I really hope that you can get a job in the circus or the roller derby or a broadway production of Grease or something. Just keep singing along. Mad Props.

Love, Audrey

Dear Mom ( Read more... )

Pretty much everyone I know probably feels this way, and this is probably a redundant statement, but I really just want to be in my early twenties for the rest of my life. That's all I really want. I don't ever want to turn 25.

Who was at the pool today, complete with wife, children, and hippie hat?

That's right. Tim DeLaughter himself. I did the pass-by about 12 times. I am so cool.

I just looked at the back of my juice and found out that it's only 30% juice! What's the other 70%?!? Now I have to switch!

I like the friends who manage to pop up even from across the country on the worst days, who always have something good to say, and never give up on me, no matter how difficult I may be. I like those the best.

I'd just like to take a moment to acknoweldge that my right to an abortion is about to be taken away, and I never been so fucking scared of anything in my life.

Happy birthday to me.

PS, this is my last day as a teenager.

Also, there is a middle aged man who thinks that I am the cutest thing he's ever seen in our neighborhood Minyard's. He is not my dad. I know that I should learn to take compliements from strangers, but sometimes they just weird me out.

Ray LaMontagne live = heaven.