I love being twenty so much! I was thinking about it today. Remember when we couldn't get into shows we wanted to see? Or always having to check in with your parents. Being twenty is like having your own car. Freedom, baby. Also, you look hotter than you've ever looked. It just happens. Not to say I'm a babe or anything, but I definitely look better than I did two or three years ago. Weird thoughts.
For about ten minutes when I got home today I was infinitely sad. It was something Kristy said the other day about how she was really close with someone and not knowing if she would ever see them again because they were dead set on never coming home. It's a stupid thought, but it just made me home sick for a year ago when everything was nice and everyone was together and friendly.
This blog has no direction. Again. Wish me luck with the roads on Thursday!
I don't know why my dog always chooses my room to have seizures in, but he does. Tell tale sign? My pillowcase is covered in SO MUCH drool. Eight ounces of DoDro*. That's a hell of a lot of DoDro.
I don't know why my dog always chooses my room to have seizures in, but he does. Tell tale sign? My pillowcase is covered in SO MUCH drool. Eight ounces of DoDro*. That's a hell of a lot of DoDro. *Dog Drool.
2 comments:
I wish you luck with the roads on Thursday. Your CDs will be in my mailbox. You're a TOTAL babe.
I absolutely adore the idea of being pen pals-- it isn't dorky in the least. I don't know if I am as reliable as you are, but I'll certainly try my best!
Thanks for the songs. As for New York, it is going to be fun, but I've never been to Calgary, so I'd almost rather go there. It sounds like you're traveling today, so have tons of fun.
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