I want someone to drive me around while Im drinking and listen to me tell stories that maybe never happened but sound amazing and fun or witty and smart. I want someone to drive me to the beach and let me make snow angles in the sand then dust me off before I get back into the car. I want to go sledding down a sand dune and walk on shelf ice, ( Read more... )

I want it to rain RIGHT NOW. I would like it to be a hot rain. I want to take off my shoes and dance in puddles. I need to buy a slicker. I want it to be green or hot pink. One time I saw rain across the street before it got to me. This was the first time it had ever occurred to me that it might not rain everywhere all at one time ( Read more... )

Theres something to be said about a good conversation, I feel like I haven't had one in while.

I think nudity is gorgeous and tremendously appealing.

Vulnerability is still incredibly sexy and appreciated.

It's the perfect night for sangria and secrets. Tomorrow had better be the perfect day for bananafish.

I change best friends about twice a year, but to date I've only had two best best friends ( Read more... )

Birthdays are disappointing once you've hit all the big ones. I cried because no one sang, or phoned, or cared. But I'm wrong, everyone cared, sometimes I just get selfish ( Read more... )

and really it's like everything ( Read more... )

The tequila wasn't a poor decision, but the toasted marshmallow chasers probably were. Pardon me, I need to love my husband. Hard times are some of the best times. I feel like I've already made the decision to life my life according to mikes hard bottles. Deja Vu. Booze should taste like booze except for champagne which should taste pink. Its about ( Read more... )

I've come to realize all the concrete truths about my existence are fake. I love, will never be a pathological liar. I only lie about things ( Read more... )

I have completely run out of interesting things to say about anything. The only thing I know is how badly my typing skills have gone down hill.

My guilty pleasure is listening to dashboard all the way up and screaming over the defroster.