normally i am ready for fall.
but this summer went by so fast.
didn't it?
fall is such a glorified time of year.
words like "cozy" and "crisp" clog your senses when in reality it should be words like "virus" and "vomit".
october-march is usually spent knee deep in hand sanitizer and doctor's offices.
so what the fuck are we getting excited about it for?
serioulsy though, i love fall.
p.s. i do heareby declare art deco furniture covered barkcloth "a thing".
doesn't it go well with the surf shack look?
