the seasons are changing and. . .

quite frankly, im fucking happy.
last summer was a total waste.
i didnt hang out with my best friend at all.
but, she had the best summer ever.
this summer is gunna be different,
well, its not like i really get a summer?. . .
but, im going to make the best of it.
spring is just around the corner, and its already march.
next month we're off.
let's go hang out with 'till we get sick of eachother.
that's always fun.
let's go to brusters and get ourselves a purple dinosuar,
ask for money,
and eat subway,
then go home and throw up.
let's go to six million shows, and crowd surf.
cause im not sick of you.
i never really am anymore.
you probably are, but i dont care.
i want to be up youre ass 24/7, and laugh about people falling on the bus.
i love when we crack up, its so funny.
lets go swimming in a public pool with black people's weave stuck in the drain.
lets tan until we turn beat red.
lets eat a whole entire box of popsicles and still want more.
lets compose a new style.
please, lets call eachother at 4 in the morning to tell eachother we queaf'd.
lets live at eachother's house for the summer.
lets wear shorts and flip flops and hang out with strange people.
lets get stood up by a boy at greenfield.
lets ride scooter's.
let us be the greatest pair of best friends ever.
im so cheesy nowa days. but i dont really care.
lets go to the bodies exhibit and put sticky notes on their dicks.
lets sleep until 5 p.m.
lets BE HAPPY.


i am, are you?