First Days of Summer

It has, quite unfortunately, come to my attention that I spend far too much time a.) in bed and b.) being discontent about said situation.

Here's to staying up late, blogging, wine drinking, hot tubbing, designated driver-ing, doing laundry, kissing, pretending to garden, getting a license to legally drive a boat and powdered sugar on waffles.

My 20th birthday is in nine days. I'm thinking a reservation for the Factory of Cheesecake is a necessity. And also a visit to Urban to buy myself a few presents.

Lastly, I have no idea why I am saying any of these things.