The clock is tick, tick, ticking.
Only 29 more nights in the city that never seldom sleeps.
Ditching the streetcar for cab-rides, lending out outfits and watching pretty little girls bounce around in them, taking in reality TV and dusting my nose with powdered donuts next to the people I love;
All on account of pleasant moods, all on account of longer days and louder nights, "crab" & "rangoon",
sunshine and vitamin D,
good grades, no money and new plans.
All on account of spring, spring, we're sprung!
*I stole this op from a stranger's blog. Thank you anonymous donor.
2 comments:
who invited the 4 year old to the party?
we rule!
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