It is July 24th, I am wearing a sweater and jeans, the AC is not on, and I am still cold. What is weather?
I wish everyone sent letters like they used to. And had elegant handwriting. And kept all those letters in a drawer of their desk so they can read them and reminisce. I see all of these old correspondences with this beautiful imagery and thoughtful words and I want that. But instead I’m sitting here struggling to write an essay and I can’t write for shit.
I just finished season one of orange is the new black. I am truly sorry for all of you who watched long ago and had to WAIT for season two. That is cruel and unusual at its finest.