1. the last week (aka 12 days) of break were the most insanely glorious twelve days i have seen in a good while and i already live in paradise. the fact that i survived it all was icing on the (delicious) cake.
2. next time i write i won't be able to use "i'm not 21" as reasoning for feigned sobriety.
3. i love you
the end.
love,
kasey
