CREATIVE JUICE

I've never been to Starbucks. And I want to. Not for the coffee, though. That doesn't interest me. But for the environment. It seems a little bit romantic, sitting there in a coffee shop. I'd pull out my journal. Lean back. Breathe in. Take a sip. (of hot chocolate...)And Bam!

The creative juices would start flowing. Maybe that's what I need.

Is this where all of you get your creative juice. Starbucks? K. Cause I'm going. I'm parched.

Actually, maybe I'd order a smoothie, just to be safe.

HOW TO:

MAKE A SMOOTHIE

get a blender

fill it with juice (passion fruit mango, preferably)

two scoops of sherbet

two scoops of strawberries

one scoop of peaches

one scoop of ice

blend

pour

sip

smile

cause you just experienced heaven.

SAD CHAIR

You can only be so young, until you start to fade.

JEALOUSY...IS A MENTAL CANCER

^^ this makes me jealous ^^

Let me explain:

They are newly married. I want to be married.

They are newly married and they have a mansion-home. I want to be rich.

She is gorgeous. I want a perfect body. (Actually, I don't. Perfect is boring.)

He is tall, dark, and handsome. I want him.

They are in love. I want to be in love. 

They are kissing. I want to kiss somebody.

And that is why this picture makes me jealous.

FATNESS

I went running today. 

First time since school started. 

It was only a mile, but I came home almost dead. 

And when I breathed in, I whistled. 

It's called asthma. 

And I hate it. 

But hey, now I can eat an extra brownie. 

It's all about the calories. 
And the cute workout clothes. 


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