Thank god.

While I was driving home today, I remembered this day at the end of Summer '04. I woke up around nine and then begged to be dropped off at Walker's house. When I got there, Walker's mother made Walker, Ryan, and a breakfast which I remember involved crossaints and strawberry jam. We then spent the whole rest of the day driving around in the sun ( Read more... )

All I want right now is to be laying on white sand next to you getting slowly drunk off of Margaritas and Mai Tais. I just want to think about the sun and the feeling on my fingers of strumming guitar strings slowly. I want to wear a white dress and stay in the same place until it's dark outside and there's a freezing breeze ( Read more... )