are not fun. Especially when you have to pack. My bed is so full of my random summer crap that I hate - mostly cheesy shorts and t-shirts that I only bring out at family beach vacation time - that I can't even sit down. And every time I look at these detestable articles of clothing, I imagine myself in them and get deeply depressed.
Trying to figure out what books to bring on my vacations is always by far the most stressful and time consuming part of packing for me...should I read Lolita? Or some Hawthorne? Maybe I'll only have the attention span for short stories? I always finally justify it to myself that it is entirely appropriate to bring ALL of the books I consider, resulting in a suitcase that is millions of pounds and filled with just reading materials.
I hate being on the waiting end of a letter exchange. Its worth it never to write back just to maintain that its your decision, your call, just to not be wondering.
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i was very alone and bored last night! i watched college life and went to bed early.. i wish we could have hung out.. also im glad you changed the color of your blog back to something more subtle. miss you gurl!
ReplyDeletera ra ra. why you no followin me? also, why are you in nc!? i went to a flea market today and you were not there as my fellow hipster in training!
ReplyDeletep.s. def. lolita
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