It’s still summer. I am going to lock myself in my apartment this week with my art supplies, wine, and sundresses. I have a bunch of blank canvases. I’m going to drive around and take pictures and get lost and sing to the radio. I am going to let the future flower before me and I’m going to get high and write and dance and swim and run and bike and not worry about anything for a little while.
Whilst in a state of supreme grace, I dropped my phone and now it doesn’t turn on anymore. I’m not getting a new one until Friday so I apologize for being unable to return messages and take phone calls.
If you need to get a hold of me, please inbox me or send me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org although I will not have internet access unless I’m at home or the library.
Cheers from beneath the rock I’m living under,