A good ol' chatty watty on the telly with a certain alipman2 is all I needed to feel better. I'm deangstified now. Next year, I will only need to enter the bathroom of angst to chill out but, for now, I've got more primitive (and more effective?) measures to resort to.
Tonight, I listened to Pretty Isabella music and reminisced. It was cool being in a band. Maybe again some day. Though I didn't accomplish my summer goal of learning to play the ukulele well. Plans change.
I need to pack.
kad;flkdjsfal;dfjk,
Kinzie
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We like outer space. And wine. And high fastening pants.
1 comment:
I need to pack too. I wish I had tons of money so I could go with nothing and just buy everything when I got there. Life is disappointing.
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