Hey Zeus

This is pretty. I can't remember this outfit at all. sorry. I guess I was trying to find a way to wear that white shirt, which has immense hanger appeal, but isn't so flattering on. My mom got it for me. I swear, most of my ingenuity comes from trying to make things my mom got for me work in my regular wardrobe without looking like somebody else. 

Bleh. Welcome to post college life I suppose. I had decided last semester that I was going to spend the summer at home getting grounded and finding myself and then at the end of summer I would strike out on my own. After three months here I'm finding it hard to leave. 

I find when I'm comfortable, I hardly do anything to change it (now I know why everyone likes being a fucking republican). However, my summer of bliss has to come to an end because I don't want to be that average sod that lives at home working menial jobs until she marries and moves out has kids....etc bla bla bla. 

Mostly, because it is still illegal for me to marry in this state I call home. fuck marry, let alone find a partner. okay, not illegal to find a someone, but fucking hard.

Sad that I have to leave this place to find a future. Not just in love, but in a career, in life ambitions and ideals. Nothing moves around here. You love it, you live it. 

Yet, making a move scares me. duh. what am i going to do? literally.

I need to grow some balls. and smile.

heyzeus kreestoh.