I'm really....happy. 
(nearly unavoidable when in Hawaii) So... overcome with happiness, drunken with p.o.g. juice, and dead sure after weeks of deliberation, I accidentally decided to stay next semester. Maybe for the rest of my undergraduate education. (Perhaps for ever)
(nearly unavoidable when in Hawaii) So... overcome with happiness, drunken with p.o.g. juice, and dead sure after weeks of deliberation, I accidentally decided to stay next semester. Maybe for the rest of my undergraduate education. (Perhaps for ever)
...Can ya blame me?
Career DayBakers are at their ovens,
painters at their easels.
Soldiers are at war,
and I am at peace.
Astronauts are in space,
playfully squirting toothpaste food at each other.
Burglars are in trouble,
but I am in love.
Contortionists are twisted,
accountants, I imagine, are bored.
waiters are tipped,
and I am balanced.
Mimes are silent,
I am singing.
Convicts are playing violent basketball in jumpsuits;
I am free. naked.
Suns are shining,
waves are crashing,
clouds are drifting,
and I am joyfully,
perfectly,
unmistakably unemployed.
Songs, sand, and nectarines,
Anna
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