It’s 70 degrees outside. The sun is blazing. I’m wearing jeans, a white long sleeve shirt, and my american apparel scarf. a strawberry cream tea latte. Hot. I can feel my face getting 3 shades darker. more freckles for me. Ipod & laptop in hand. Call me carrie.
Dear, ipod. How you bring me so much comfort. I don’t know why I even bother creating playlists when shuffle is all I know. Skip. Skip. Skip. 'it's tearin up my heart when i'm with you.' Ohhh yes. Love it.
oh how far i'll go for something i want. Bypassing the 10 nearest coffee shops just so that I can sit by the fire pit at the coffee bean in santa monica. Driving 3 hours to interview for a company when all others came to me. losing a handful of friends to get closer to one. looking like trash on a thursday to spend quality booty shaking time with my PIC the night before. leaving early to pick him up so I can be standing outside my car to give him a hug. Give me motivation and I will leap.
10 is the magic number. The other 90 are great, but the 10…I will do anything for. Where egos are dropped. Where money means nothing. Where laughs are genuine. Where 'i love you' is a given. Where comfortable is an understatement. I love loving them. To the new additions- Welcome. You are very much appreciated. Like you said, CC…familiarity doesn’t come easy…but it’s happened & I couldn’t be happier.
I feel like it’s been 2008 for the last couple months. The February ’08 deadlines have passed. It makes this new years so anticlimactic. But whooo hoo for everyone else! Cheers to 2008. I’m getting my chapstick ready.
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