s(b)ummer.

cannot accept the end of summer.
finding it hard to find fairness.
(what seemd like) endless hours at wrk every(all) day.
i turn around and autumn begins tomorrow.
not 1 day spent at the beach (nite sand-soccer doesn’t count).
scrambling to cross things off my 25yr old chek-list,
slowly beginning to worry about a bang-up Halloween costume.
looking back, i don’t think i could’ve rokkd summer better than i just did.
Pride was a sh*t-show.
my view was not compete-able.
tried to hang with Sophia during her 2nd summer as much as possible.
caught as many shows as i could.
road trip to grandRapidsMI with the family for a Blok wedding.
lunch, then dinner, at the Taste.
prtyd my face the f*ck off (mostly on Mondays).
did i mention idol worship?
(also, ran into the reason i blog).
never hit grantPrk for Lolla, but made a scene anyway.
i absolutely love summer, and always become mellon collie when it nears end.
but, with the summer ending & autumn beinning,
my 26th year starts as well.
i’ll be damned if it’s not my best year yet.