Friday, July 15, 2011

"Nothing to do, no where to be,

a simple little kind of free."
--Perfectly Lonely, John Mayer

My mom is out of town for a week and my brother is out with friends on this lovely summer evening. So I'm here, on my front porch, enjoying a cold class of milk and some warm cookies. Tonight, I'll do whatever I would like to do. Perfectly lonely. The anthem of summer.

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