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so, sorry if these next couple posts are a little dull. at this point, pulling wit and charm from my brain and injecting into my writing might actually require a syringe. it's not that i'm uninspired, it's just that my brain cells are currently occupied registering my surroundings on a second-to-second basis.

everything here is chill. i mean, seriously chill. it's as if the entire city of siracusa smoked a ton of really, really good weed, but instead of watching the best of ren and stimpy and eating pringles topped with cheez whiz, it simply channels its high into being really fucking gorgeous. and admit it, that's the best kind of chill to be.

it warmed up a bit today. i no longer feel the need to sleep in a full-body spandex suit, ala scuba diver. and this morning my friend and i shopped like crazy at zara. all the stores have mad sales, like 50 to 70% off, because of the changing season. it's sickkkkkkk.

miss and love you guys. thanks for reading :) i swear i'll conjure up some creativity in the very near future...