Dear stranger,
It's 090909. Do you think today has something wonderful in store for us? I sure hope so. It's still raining and we're still enveloped in the slate arms of depression. And to add up, the storm is coming towards our location so come to think of it, it's going to take some more time before I get to wear my new-old dress, if you know what I mean.
Last night I wrote on my journal about the littlest things that matter. The words filled the page as if the page was a puny place of pretty things. Tire swings, lullabye, Postsecret, dresses (of course), British accent, cherry blossoms, laughing, tea parties, daffodils, fairytales, sand castles, bike rides... When I look at my list I feel so good about liking the stuff I put instead of coming up with uninteresting ones.
I even break down my favorite songs to 50. But I must tell you it's really hard and heartbreaking. I even burst into tears. Actually, my goal was to make a "Top 25" favorite songs but if a 50 is hard enough, what more if I have to break them down to 25?
