I'm feeling about as light today as the weather. I hate waiting for things. I get really anxious and start to digest myself from the inside out. This is why Christmas morning and my birthday suck so much the day before.
I think I've lost that excitedness. Christmas Eve? "Oh.. church. Mehh." Christmas? "No, this one goes first, June. Open it. I can return it if you want, but it goes with the others."
B-day? "Oh whoa. I'm seventeen."
JAYME
B-day? "Oh whoa. I'm seventeen."