so terribly charming
As I attempted to extend my vacation to the very last minute, I didn't get home and into my own bed until around 8:30 pm last night. This is despite flying back into JFK at 6:30 pm on Sunday. Yes, I hopped off the plane, went directly to Moonshine for "29 on 29" (with luggage in tow), slept on KM & Josh's couch, hung with boys yesterday, and begrudgingly went home to a stack of junk mail and an unmade bed. Call it post-vacation depression.
Not many pictures are up yet (save for ones of the party and a few of me and my bro) but they will be soon.
If I close my eyes, I can imagine myself in St. Thomas.
The summer is winding down. Tomorrow brings August (and Amber Bear). What a summer this has been; I've felt a little off my rocker the entire time. I've partied like it was the Summer of Action all over again.
Maybe I need autumn to arrive, if only so that I may have a bit more money in my bank account and reacquaint myself with the gym.
No; the summer is winding down and it really bums me out.
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Why does everyone have to say the summer is almost over? There's still like one-third of the season, technically. Well, if you want to mope about thinking it's winding down, then so be it. I'll be out enjoying the season and looking forward to so many more funtimes ahead. Just no more PBR buckets. I still feel like crap.
I think it's 'cause Josh is leaving, mabes?
PBR buckets are the best deal ever, though!
Trivia needs to happen soon.
Should I be a superheroine for Halloween instead of Starbuck?
Yes, this is very stream-of-consciousness.
i feel like summer is finally here. it's stopped raining, i have good excuse to do nothing but read (thank you broken foot) and i should be off to the beach in a week or two. summer doesn't end until football starts.
It's half over, or thereabouts. The shit ends almost three weeks after Labor Day this year.
Jen's on her own calendar as far as seasons are concerned. And, holidays, too, for that matter.
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