I've Got Nothing

Sometimes the mind draws a blank.

Forgive me, this post is going to be somewhat disinteresting (is that even a word?). I have nothing in my mind that I want to write about. For real. So you might as well just stop reading right now, or it'll be a good waste of time that you could be using to color, ride bicycles, watch rainbows, and GET F*CKED UP!

Sorry, that was an inside joke.

Hummm. I'm writing a book, for anyone that's interested. Here's a little blurb from the first chapter. :) You should comment if you want to read the whole thing :D :

I hadn’t looked at the brochures since, but suddenly now they sat in front of me, littering my cheap cotton sheets with expensive payments and ambitious majors and We Want You! and Class of 2013, Will You Be In It?

No, I wanted to say to the friendly-looking students on the cover of the Princeton brochure, I won’t—I’m just not Princeton material.

These students on the cover, although I knew they probably weren’t real students at the college, were not people I’d hang out with. The girls were all wearing iron-pressed pastel polo shirts. They were all tucked in neatly to their khaki pants, and chocolate, leather belts winded through the loops of their pants. It wasn’t my style, but it was definitely Emma’s.

And that's all! Wasn't that intriguing? I bet you're wondering who Emma is right now. Well, you'll have to read it to find out, hot benches.

That's right. Benches is the new thing. It's in. Like parachute pants used to be in but aren't anymore, and how neon tights and legwarmers used to be in, and then they weren't and now they are again.

MOM JEANS. Yeah, benches.

Benches means bitches, in case anyone was wondering.

I also stole that term from Gianna DeCarlo. <3

I guess I'm just tired and uninspired. HA! That rhymed.

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MUCH LOVE,

LoveBeav <3