I’m Getting Sick of Typing in Teal.

So we’re gonna see what happens if I don’t.

John Mayer is awesome.

What should I do for my birthday?

Baseball and Anarchy Nachos.

Fun night at the Padre game with Mom, Lou, and Uncle Rob.

We saw VJs Jesse and Bethany. When we intorduced ourselves as Coco and Lou it was a resounding “OHHHH.” Ha. Twas rad.

Baseball makes me smile. Oddly enough. I’m so not a sporting events person, but I have always loved the Baseball atmosphere. I think the smell of French Fries and Beer and Peanut shells is magical and the people who get up and cheer and sing the national anthem and “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” are always an adventure. I’ve never had a bad experience with that.

I refuse to explain Anarchy Nachos but they will be served at my wedding.

So Then I Said…

“I think summer makes you think like an entirely different person. Come September, everything will change. but for now we don’t have to think about that. All we need is the up till 4, sleep till noon, fall in like, uninhibited freedom that comes with each day. If September comes and we never see each other again, at least we had our summer.”

Memory Lane

We shared a walk

Down memory lane

Discovered our fears

Relived the insane

Came to the conclusion that

Nothing makes sense anymore

 

We sat on the ground

For nearly an hour

Thought maybe someday

The night could be ours

You were mine

One last time

 

Take me under the twilight

Love me between the trees

I know we’re both wrong

This could only end badly

But all along

At least we’d be happy

If only

On Memory Lane

 

 

I’ve Never been an Understatement.

I’ve never been one to understate anything. I suck at being coy and flirtatious and playing “hard to get.”

 

I’m the kind of person where if I like you, you know it. If I don’t, you know it too.

 

Tonight I opened my heart in the biggest way I have in a long time. While nothing came of it and I feel horrible I can really only hope for something else to happen. For the bigger picture to develop and clarify and be photoshopped a little.

My problem really isn’t that though, it’s the fact that there’s no good reason for this not to work. The what ifs and I’m not readies are nicer versions of either “I’m scared” or “I don’t want this.”

He told me not to wait.

Some Words.

Alright. So I’m a wordpress kid now.

Hm.

This will most likely be rant filled and kinda raw.

Conversations, Pictures, and Lists are likely stops along the road.

It’ll be me.

And I’m okay with that.