fyoot chur

i have never in my life been so hopeful for spring and summer.

there is a light at the end of this miserable, pimple, winter tunnel.

dry skin.

unless something horrible happens, there is a pretty good chance i will be spending my birthday in italy with john.

italy in june with john.

i am not counting my eggs, or my ducks, or my crayons, or my suitcases, or my swimsuits, or my heartbeats, or anything, not yet.

ooh child, things are gonna get easier.

i have to be at work in about 5 hours.

sleep.