Monday

little after 8..

A little after 8, on the bus, on my way to work. My leg warmers are bunchy and my socks don't match. Generic converse and an old tshirt exclaiming to the world that jesus saves. My hair is apparently dirty and my nailpolish is abhorently chipped. I feel like a sneeky peaker peaking into shop windows before they open. Kinda makes me feel dirty

So much for being dirty..

If I had 72 Hours Left..

What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...