I spent all morning on Tumblr and didn’t watch the news, so now I don’t know how warm today will be, but knowing it’s January, in Colorado, my guess is cold.
I didn’t write this, but it makes me laugh– “The only B word you should call a woman is Beautiful. Bitches love to be called beautiful.”
13 days. I feel like Frank the rabbit from Donnie Darko with this damn countdown.
I’m going to make a video later today, I think, as an update for people who don’t read good. Well. They don’t read well.
It’s Friday. Do you really want to be skimming my blog or out reading a book, drinking coffee, or skateboarding? I thought so. My life is far less intriguing than landing that last jump of the day before the cops come and tell you there’s no skating here. I wish I learned to skate. I fell off too many times. Pain and I were never close friends. I tolerate it better than most girls, getting tattoos, migraines and the like. But I don’t want to go out of my way for pain, unless there’s a cool story to tell after.
With this bullshit said, I hope you guys have a great Friday. I know I sure will, packing my stuff, and listening to more Atmosphere than is probably considered normal.