I am ridiculous
I have been happy for a while now. My mood has just been on the rise and I can only think of reasons why I should smile.
But now as I sit in my bed, I start to worry. Is it totally ridiculous that I think that, if I have been happy for a while, I should start having something to feel bad about pretty soon?
Why don't I think I deserve a good streak?
Luckily, Gomez is pretty much keeping me all well.
I really love late night phone chats.
I go back to school in 9 days and I could not be more ready. Although...a part of me would rather stay here. I don't know why. I don't think I've told anyone that.
Tomorrow Valentines breakfast with Colin and then we are hanging out for the day. It'll be nice to be with my best friend and not at home in bed wondering why I can't seem to find a guy ha. Sunday my mom is taking me out for my birthday present: we are touring North Beach and walking in the foot steps of the beat poets for the day. It will be fun and I can't wait to visit all the monuments.
Monday last day of work.
Tuesday...I'm meeting with Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
Friday birthday.
Saturday...I am gone.
SF, I adore you. I don't want to go.
What the hell should I ask Lawrence Ferlinghetti? I am terrified, there are so many questions in my brain.
Whippin' Piccadilly.
But now as I sit in my bed, I start to worry. Is it totally ridiculous that I think that, if I have been happy for a while, I should start having something to feel bad about pretty soon?
Why don't I think I deserve a good streak?
Luckily, Gomez is pretty much keeping me all well.
I really love late night phone chats.
I go back to school in 9 days and I could not be more ready. Although...a part of me would rather stay here. I don't know why. I don't think I've told anyone that.
Tomorrow Valentines breakfast with Colin and then we are hanging out for the day. It'll be nice to be with my best friend and not at home in bed wondering why I can't seem to find a guy ha. Sunday my mom is taking me out for my birthday present: we are touring North Beach and walking in the foot steps of the beat poets for the day. It will be fun and I can't wait to visit all the monuments.
Monday last day of work.
Tuesday...I'm meeting with Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
Friday birthday.
Saturday...I am gone.
SF, I adore you. I don't want to go.
What the hell should I ask Lawrence Ferlinghetti? I am terrified, there are so many questions in my brain.
Whippin' Piccadilly.