Saturday, December 19, 2009
and Jeff picks up the umbrella by the door. I think awesome, today is the day I have been waiting all my life for. Today is the day we jump off the roof and use the umbrella to gently float to different island, an island where it is always 90 degrees and 90 percent humidity with pineapples and limes growing everywhere, waves, perfect waves every day, everyone has a tan, you never have to wear a shirt or socks again in your life and where every haircut you get is a good one. But it turned out it was just raining outside. I hate the holidays.
Someday island, someday I find you.
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