i have a stack of magazines/biographies to catch up on.
go on a quest to make the perfect macaroon, this starts wednesday.
own every flavor lip smacker i can get my hands on...is it cheating if i already own half of target's stash?
somewhere around here is where i rediscover how many joys pen and paper can bring.
make fun of every one's (or maybe just mine and enza's) lunatic hero, spencer, and his odd infatuation with crystals.
continue my on-going search for "face off" on dvd. oh, add every beatle's movie released to my list too. wait, i need every season of "that 7o's show" as well. ok, i am done.
i just decided i will also be drinking as much orangina as i possibly can before i, myself, turn orange and cry seltzer tears.
i also plan on spending a majority of my summer in los angeles with the love of my life, more commonly known as my best friend. we will cover ourselves in temporary tattoos, attend flea markets, cool off in chipolte where i will try to convince her i hate chipolte as i stuff a burrito down my throat, plenty of bobage and tomage, and of course what's summer without fighting the masses at the beach?
it cannot be summer without magical "pet sounds" following me wherever i go.
so, yes, if sudden scents of sea salt waft through your nose, you are unexplainably happy, and your ears are filled with a dreamy orchestral masterpiece, i am probably walking around nearby.