20 degrees.

"with these things there's no tellin, we just have to wait and see. but i'd rather be workin for a paycheck than waitin to win the lottery, besides maybe this time its different, i mean i really think you like me."

woke up to a crinkly-crankle and soft hum of a boy playing the piano in his home. the snow outside was glistening from the blue sky. our cold breath and i couldnt do anything but watch him struggle to get us home. success and cold hands down a familiar hill.


current obsessions: strawberry yogurt and Rob's Cape Honey Wheat Pretzels. that is all.