Today. Today was a pretty day. I felt pretty. The sky was pretty... normal, and so were the trees. There were lots of colorful blossoms to be observed and enjoyed.
The sun was a big disco ball, and I danced.
I woke up at a slow pace.
I got ready to the beat of some french electronica music.
I walked. Found a pretty awesome used bookstore with lots of pretty neat books, and an even cooler underground bead store with lots of pretty things.
I bought some fierce blue earrings at the catholic thrift store for a pretty fierce price. 25 cents ... mmmm hmmm!
I enjoyed a delicious vanilla raspberry italian soda at a local coffee house and dreamed up some pretty cool things for my life.
I researched the genocide in darfur and checked out 3 books on genocide just for the mere sake of learning something new.
Also, I payed the gym a visit and ended my pretty day with a steaming hot shower.
I fell asleep reading one of my favorite books 'cry, the beloved country.'
PRETTY = PEACEFUL=SMILES
2 comments:
when did you grow up? you didn't play with barbies and take a nap and have a peanut butter sandwich? I love you! I still feel old when I read of my baby sisters college adventures. Glad you had a pretty day, pretty girl.
I think you are pretty cool - see you soon.
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