Journal



#2,044 Watermelon.

When it’s almost August, and there’s a great breeze blowing, and the weekend is almost over, and you’ve got an ice cold watermelon in the fridge, there’s only one thing you can do.

P.S.
I’m turning 30 in August. When I think of how easily I can feel being 16, like it was yesterday, it scares me to think how far away from it I am. Anybody? How can I be 30? Help!