

I was practicing my bluegrass singing with the windows open and now I have a bunch of toothless men holding weed bouquets on my front porch.
INCREDIBLE. Chills. I have effing chills.
I work a lot.
Fin.
For some reason, I find it impossible to write this paper. In fact, I find everything else in the WORLD to do BESIDES writing this paper. Hence this post.
Countdown:
7 Days til Chicago
2 Months til Graduation
3 Months til I’m 26
Um.. bittersweet countdown?
Adore.
Annie Lennox via all-female a cappella heaven.