put my hands away.
i leave tomorrow afternoon for boston. i am so fucking excited.
yesterday was gorgeous. i rode with the top down and got my hair all messy and shit. and some lady at the post office said she liked my car. she was all, 'i was hoping you'd be some old person who was looking to sell and i would have snapped it right up from you!' it was weird, but it made me happy.
zack has the best taste in food ever. he made my mom cook him salmon and mashed potatoes and salad for his birthday. hol-y shit.
martha stewart is going to jail.
i'd ask who wants a postcard but since i apparently suck now i don't want to see how few people would respond.
i'm going to miss those kisses.
happy spring break.
yesterday was gorgeous. i rode with the top down and got my hair all messy and shit. and some lady at the post office said she liked my car. she was all, 'i was hoping you'd be some old person who was looking to sell and i would have snapped it right up from you!' it was weird, but it made me happy.
zack has the best taste in food ever. he made my mom cook him salmon and mashed potatoes and salad for his birthday. hol-y shit.
martha stewart is going to jail.
i'd ask who wants a postcard but since i apparently suck now i don't want to see how few people would respond.
i'm going to miss those kisses.
happy spring break.