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It’s good to know that whatever happens they can’t take away the feeling of those first days of summer.

(Source: dallasclayton)

I HAVE A SUNBURN

It’s hot. 

And to make this longer than a tweet, thus worth my time to type out…

I was reunited with my cousin this weekend. She is my life. Thus, once again, my heart is whole. She attempted for roughly an hour to scavenge facebook for potential suitors to keep me from dying alone and failed. Luckily, she’s my heart, so dying alone isn’t quite what will happen to me. Dying without a man, however… more probable. 

My mom bought me oreos when I came home. I think this is her way of bribing me to stay longer. But I’ve got a best friend in CoMo begging me to return. So I’ll have to invest in trying to balance my time here, assuming it won’t be much longer (crosses fingers).

I want a dog.

I wish I wasn’t allergic to my cat.

I can’t wait to get out of here and get anywhere. At very least, I’ve got a one way plane ticket to Orlando. And Imma be using that. 

Food For Thought

It’s been a minute since I’ve written on this thing. Lucky for all of you, my last post was a reblogged Dr. Seuss bit. You’re welcome, world.

Thought I might update the 12 of you who sometime read this on my internship sitch. I have been turned away from Fearless and now I have to tell those rad girls who’ve saved me a spot in their home to free it up for some other nutcase looking to spend the summer in Long Beach. Bummer. But what happens, happens for a reason I suppose. If I was meant to spend my summer in Cali, I would have been put there. So, here’s to other opportunities. I hope I can rub success in Fearless’s face soon… spiteful, but true. 

Anywho. Gots a sweet gig with producer/singer/songwriter Chris Sernel. I’m basically doing things he hasn’t had time for at no cost. Long hair, don’t care. He’s pretty rad and I like being kept busy. And he’s the reason I got my resume passed along to KMA big wig Bret Bassi. Whoa. If anyone would like to put in a good word, it would be appreciated. My non-failure is to your benefit, I assure you. Eh?

Anyway. It’s late. I need to pack, bathe, eat, sleep, then leave for Branson. So for now, I bid thee adieu followers. Have a good one.

Two Weeks

And this freaking year will be over. Bittersweet, but needed. 

Whatever summer may hold, I am ready for it.

All that needs to happen is SURVIVAL through these last fews weeks. Let the hunger games begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor. 

dallasclayton:

ART PROJECT

Draw a picture
of the thing you love the most
and beneath it write a small description
of how and why.

Take that picture and make fifty copies
the size of business cards,
cut them out and put them in your wallet.

Each time you meet someone,
instead of giving them your phone number
give them this card.

Once the first fifty are gone,
make fifty more.
Change the picture and the description
as often as needed.
Repeat until you’ve met everyone on earth.