Current mood:	lonely
Current music:	i am the killer - thursday

it's written all over your face
So it's 12.34 in the morning and "The Taste of Ink" came on my iPod.
I just got to thinking about two summers ago, walking aimlessly around the top deck of the navigator with Beth and Lay and all our boat friends. We knew every word. We knew every harmony. We rocked that shit. We would go to dinner all dressed up, and then afterwards, still in our frilly ass dresses, we'd take a few laps just cause it was so beautiful and smelled so wonderful and was so peaceful outside.
The weather right now feels exactly the same; humid, almost like a big warm blanket, but still cool cause of the rain.
This really makes me want to just go outside with some headphones, walk around and sing my ass off.
I just don't want to go by myself or i would right now, pajama-clad and all.
I'm too restless and nostalgic to go to bed.