summertime...
i wish i had more free time to be creative, to be honest. i know that sounds ridiculous... but i'm working two jobs starting tomorrow. during the day, i'll be little miss career woman working at the d.c. superior court with her nothing-short-of-pristine suit. at night, i'll switch to the cute and sweet waitress at the nearby cosi wearing dark blue eyeliner and black clothes.

i'm reading phantom of the opera. it's wonderful and adorable in its hilarity. but i'm anxious to finish it for some reason. i want to move on to the rest of the pile. i'm cursed to never enjoy the books i'm reading because i constantly find myself staring at the rest of the pile with longing! oy...

presently... i'm torn...
two boys are vying for my attention and i'm incredibly torn. i'm bad at breaking hearts, i tell you! i hate this. and i don't really know what to do. they are two extremes. it's not like one is a better version of the other. they're at opposite ends of the spectrum. one offers the excitement of being the exact opposite of my personality and the other offers endless conversation on every topic i've ever fallen in love with. one, i fell in love with a long time ago. the other is new and refreshing and touching in his sincerity.

::grabs a thin orange marker::
::dashes away, slightly inspired::