I think I'm going to go a bit crazy this summer. I can feel it coming on, like a cold or a bad hair day. I sense it.
I want to have one of those summers that people talk about for the rest of their lives. When I'm forty-three (like that'll happen), I can look back and say, "Wow, that summer of 2011 really was the summer of my life."
God, that's depressing. I hope I'm still having fun at forty-three.
I'm going to chop off my crazy curls, eat nothing but strawberry smoothies, and swing so high that the clouds reach out and pull me to them. Sunshine, sunshine, sky and stubble. If I could cast a spell on the world, I just might do it.