You are weightless, semi-erotic. You need someone to take you there.
Well, I survived tonight, and what could've potentially been awkward actually wasn't really. I still think he's a dick. And also, for the record, I am SOOOOO much prettiert than she is. I just wish she wasn't nice so I could hate her.
I've come to form a new appreciation and love for red lipstick. I'm rockin' that right now.
I got an 8 today on my first ever timed writing. That was pretty shocking/cool. I am starting to think that I am an adequate writer.
So I meant to tell this story earlier, but for some reason I didn't. So here goes. Earlier in the week I was driving down St. Rose at about 6:20 in morning. I came to a stop at Eastern and happened to notice that what lay before we were several cars and lights and assorted other things that pop out in the dark. Now this is not usually a sight of great beauty, but for some reason in the early glow of the day it seemed somehow comforting. However, behind me there was nothing, but empty road: no cars, no lights, just emptiness. And I couldn't help but think that somehow this was a metaphor for life. That in the prime of life, it is better to look ahead to the future than to look back at the past because there is nothing there. I liked that that kind of just dawned on me in the car.
I have Kerouac on the brain.
-Sarah
I've come to form a new appreciation and love for red lipstick. I'm rockin' that right now.
I got an 8 today on my first ever timed writing. That was pretty shocking/cool. I am starting to think that I am an adequate writer.
So I meant to tell this story earlier, but for some reason I didn't. So here goes. Earlier in the week I was driving down St. Rose at about 6:20 in morning. I came to a stop at Eastern and happened to notice that what lay before we were several cars and lights and assorted other things that pop out in the dark. Now this is not usually a sight of great beauty, but for some reason in the early glow of the day it seemed somehow comforting. However, behind me there was nothing, but empty road: no cars, no lights, just emptiness. And I couldn't help but think that somehow this was a metaphor for life. That in the prime of life, it is better to look ahead to the future than to look back at the past because there is nothing there. I liked that that kind of just dawned on me in the car.
I have Kerouac on the brain.
-Sarah