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I have some major writer's block at the moment, so this post is just me blowing off steam and trying to work my way around to writing anything.
I'm really beginning to think I was born in the wrong state. It's not even eighty degrees out, and it's been overcast all day, but I'm apparently the only girl that got the memo. Everyone else seems to be out sporting sundresses, tanktops, sunglasses and ridiculously perfect tans. I, on the other hand, have on my current favorite hoodie and my sunglasses are safely stowed in my purse until the sun actually decides to put in an appearance. Oh, and I'm fairly certain that I am actually loosing what little color my skin may possess. God's truth. I go outside in the sun, I get paler. Don't ask how that's possible, I'm really not sure.
And sweet Jesus! Good old Robert Pattinson just got a run for his money. I'm fairly certain I'm going to just throw in the towel on writing all together and just sit here and try very hard not to stare and drool over the guy who just sat down at the table next to me (Starbucks). My God. Seriously? Is it even possible for real people to look like that?
Great. Now my brain's been leeched away by the Pretty. Oh, well.
Peace, y'all
I'm really beginning to think I was born in the wrong state. It's not even eighty degrees out, and it's been overcast all day, but I'm apparently the only girl that got the memo. Everyone else seems to be out sporting sundresses, tanktops, sunglasses and ridiculously perfect tans. I, on the other hand, have on my current favorite hoodie and my sunglasses are safely stowed in my purse until the sun actually decides to put in an appearance. Oh, and I'm fairly certain that I am actually loosing what little color my skin may possess. God's truth. I go outside in the sun, I get paler. Don't ask how that's possible, I'm really not sure.
And sweet Jesus! Good old Robert Pattinson just got a run for his money. I'm fairly certain I'm going to just throw in the towel on writing all together and just sit here and try very hard not to stare and drool over the guy who just sat down at the table next to me (Starbucks). My God. Seriously? Is it even possible for real people to look like that?
Great. Now my brain's been leeched away by the Pretty. Oh, well.
Peace, y'all