This month has been really long. I haven't done a damn thing and it's been great. I cut my bangs, applied to (seriously) countless jobs, watched 93042384 movies, managed to stretch $100, learned how to do my makeup better (more about that later), and almost died on ice.
Now I want to talk about the summer. I miss the summer. I miss wearing little ass shorts on long ass bike trips. I miss going to the quarry, and other bodies of water. I miss being able to justify all that cleavage. I can't wait for curly hair and washed off makeup, getting really dark and playing soccer at random. Sleeping outside, and reading on blankets. Flying to visit family and eating all their food. Fresh fruit and herbs. Sweating/ getting your insides boiled in the basement of Charm City. Eating every meal in a car or on a stoop. Not being able to breathe because of humidity. Endless fests and shows. It being too hot to care about your lil pudge. Piling on the couch of whoever has a functioning air conditioner. Popsicles and cookouts, the lack of money soaked holidays, fireworks, crowds, and being so grumpy during all of this that I start to miss winter.
