Tuesday, August 14, 2012

39. Summertime.


I wish I were sitting on a boat in a big, cool lake drinking a beer. I wish I were sitting on top of a hill looking down at the city lights. I wish I were on a plane on my way to a tropical paradise. I wish I were driving down the highway, all the windows rolled down, blasting some good music with some great company. I wish this summer was better than it actually was.

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