I’m addicted to Arizonas
Four months until I see you and trust me I’ve been counting. Its funny how we talk about the things we’re going to do when you come. Like go to the coffee shop and drink coffee, talk about whatever comes to mind. Go get breakfast at two in the morning just because we wanted pancakes and orange juice. I lay in bed and think about those things, a smile here and there. I begin to doze off and realize how much I adore you. The last time you came, we went to the fair and when I look back at that, it brings me back to the feeling I had for you six months ago. I can’t wait to see you. Even though you may not be at my graduation, I know a poster from you is good enough.
I was driving home last night from work and the roads were bad. I thought to myself, I know I’m not going to live where it snows when I’m older. But, then at the same time if I move to the city I’d have to deal with traffic. Besides the fact that I don’t have school, girl scouts start selling their cookies today!
I’ve became a really boring person in the past year or so. I think I should work on “not being so boring”. My mom tells me I need motivation to do things. Gosh, the moments I realized I’m boring as fuck.
I forgot how much I loved watching the snow fall softly from the window. It always gave me that warm feeling inside. Then for some reason it makes me miss my younger days and now I’m a boring old fart that is lazy.
It would be nice if I had time to do things for myself. I forgot how it felt laying in bed and not think about what I have to do the next day. It’s either work or school. I’m tired.
