I wish I could paint a picture of this scene. But I'm no good with words and I won't even try. Something always ends up over exaggerated or depreciated and everything ends up completely misrepresented. And I'm a mess, I'm all over the place. I'm all over this page.
I'm wearing crochet and my hair is straight and it smells quaintly of lemongrass and musk. It's Wednesday. I haven't done anything profound or relevant and I'll blame it on the fact that it's Wednesday.