I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand.When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand
Nine thirty came and I was free. I am free for the next eighty one days to do absolutely anything I want in the hot hot heat of the beauty that is summer.
My day was well spent at the beach, with some of my most favorite people in the world. I threw my ink-stained messenger bag on the ground, ignored the sunscreen that spilled out of it, and charged into the freezing waters of Plum Island with white-ass Mexican gusto. By three o'clock, I had gone skinny dipping once, had two sunburnt boobs, had gotten globs of sand stuck in my bikini three times, and had lost my towel four. And I enjoyed every uncounted minute of it.
(Evening came and I had to say goodbye to someone I didn't want to say goodbye to. I love her, and I hope she doesn't get hurt or hurt herself anymore than she has already.)
By nightfall I was ready for time at a friend's house. We made whirlpools in his pool, and after spinning for so long, it was time for some hardcore cuddling in the basement. If every day for the next eighty one days is like this one, I could die on September sixth, after falling asleep on the last humid night of summer, and I would die happy.
My day was well spent at the beach, with some of my most favorite people in the world. I threw my ink-stained messenger bag on the ground, ignored the sunscreen that spilled out of it, and charged into the freezing waters of Plum Island with white-ass Mexican gusto. By three o'clock, I had gone skinny dipping once, had two sunburnt boobs, had gotten globs of sand stuck in my bikini three times, and had lost my towel four. And I enjoyed every uncounted minute of it.
(Evening came and I had to say goodbye to someone I didn't want to say goodbye to. I love her, and I hope she doesn't get hurt or hurt herself anymore than she has already.)
By nightfall I was ready for time at a friend's house. We made whirlpools in his pool, and after spinning for so long, it was time for some hardcore cuddling in the basement. If every day for the next eighty one days is like this one, I could die on September sixth, after falling asleep on the last humid night of summer, and I would die happy.