she signs her letters with X's and O's.
i'm off to bask in the sun and finally regain the tan i lost while sequestered in my room all week...hopefully there'll be some good reads at the used bookstore to occupy my mind. the question of the day is: where are all of my bay minette bitches and why aren't you at the beach with ME today!? expect a strongly-worded phone call.
in other news, i realized last night that i can never again pretend that i'm a kid. it's sad. i'm too young to be so old. growing up too fast for too long has finally caught up with me, and as a result i'm finding myself old before my time (wise beyond my years, maybe?). is it possible that i've lived all there is to live? there's plenty more to see, more people to meet, more adventures to have, so why do i find myself wondering what else is out there? is anything left out there for me? is the world i should be experiencing out somewhere while i'm stuck here waiting? waiting for what?
is there life out there?
or should i just go back to bed?
in other news, i realized last night that i can never again pretend that i'm a kid. it's sad. i'm too young to be so old. growing up too fast for too long has finally caught up with me, and as a result i'm finding myself old before my time (wise beyond my years, maybe?). is it possible that i've lived all there is to live? there's plenty more to see, more people to meet, more adventures to have, so why do i find myself wondering what else is out there? is anything left out there for me? is the world i should be experiencing out somewhere while i'm stuck here waiting? waiting for what?
is there life out there?
or should i just go back to bed?