another day, same sea, but the tides were good to me this time. i called in sick (day number two) so i could enjoy the fair weather and take pictures of boys and their guitars.
oh yeah, i feel inclined to mention parking in front of albertsons and dancing my butt off to blondie in front of a bunch of my friends, who, might i add, just stared at me like i was a crazy lady. but it felt really good to just not give a shit and shake so my skirt twirled around my knees.
mr. mohawk is the coolest sixteen year old everrrrr:
my boy, my flute, my harry potter glasses. mine, mine, mine!:
sorry we kiss so much :/