I had a very creatively permissive upbringing- for that I am thankful.

This summer I am learning to embrace my paleness. I hear it's coming back in style.
I'm wearing dresses even when it's not required and without jeans.I'm trying to figure some stuff out- but really it may not ever happen. So maybe I'm trying to master the art of acceptance. I will read a book this summer. I'm the worst, just like Cameron Diaz in The Holiday. Or maybe I'll just finish the one(s) that I already have. I will be able to use the word "voyeuristic" in a sentence in all seriousness and in the correct tense. i will get rest. I will do something memorable, noteworthy even. I will slowly but surely make the transition to green tea instead of coffee...and will buy the eco-friendly bags for groceries. I'm addicted to Party of Five through Netflix. I think it's my own weird way of re-seeing what the "free years" of my childhood felt like. It reminds me of 90's bowl-cuts that every boy I had a passionate 7 year old crush on had. (ooh devon sawa) And it's actually good.
The first two weeks of June will be my hermetic days, I fear. I'll be housesitting and won't
have anyone but an annoyingly chipper chiuaua named Bobbi to keep me company. (Essentially she'll rob me of my sanity)
The weekend starts tomorrow at 12- 8pm Sea Wolf, Monday- day off of work!
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