Happy July 4th (even though it's already 11:54 P.M. Eastern time).
Still tasting the strawberry sundae lingering lazily upon my lips.
Still hoping and dreaming and wondering about many things.
I am powder baby blue-colored.
At least my new clothes Matt bought me yesterday indicate that I am powder blue.
A one-shoulder light blue tank top...I finally have one of those. It looks so divine.
A sky blue ribbed tank top.
And a white strappy tank top with ANGEL inscribed in the front with a miniature halo. It came with blue drawstring angel shorts. So cute I could not resist.
I need to exercise.
A screaming note to myself : USE THAT TREADMILL!!
I better listen.
It is so fuckin' hard to commit to an exercise routine.
It sucks.
A teenage girl standing in line in front of me at the cash register where I purchased my blue items yesterday was so adorable and pretty. She wore blue jeans and wild eyeshadow colors. One part of her eyelid were shaded in one color and the other half was shaded in a vast contrasting color. Sorta 80's Cyndi Lauper-like, but a bit more elegant and tasteful. I thought she was cool. I wanted to be her at the moment. Part of me still does. The youth. The extravagance. The innate flirtatiousness. The vitality. I was jealous. I am jealous.