I sit here, orange slush in hand. It's melted and it's now tasteless, but anything even relatively cold helps theses days. I'm trying to think of ideas for guest post topics (3 to write || total of 7 this month alone. People must think I'm really popular. that or someone found out my secret of never saying no). I've got a green tshirt on and a pair of rolled up jeans. I'm sitting on my bed, writing this post with one hand. It takes skill, but not much considering the fact that I do it all the time.
I've got a floss bracelet at my side. One that I'm making for the friendship bracelet swap over at The Modern Marigold.
I'm working on secret blogging adventures yet to be announced (don't you wish you knew). I've got characters on my mind. I finally finished profiles for the easy ones, I left the hard ones for last. All the old guys who are up at the top of most important character lists. And I thought the bad guys were hard.
New cameras are flooding my mind. I keep having dreams that I finally got a Nikon d3000. Even bloggers are popping up in them. I really need to get a new camera. $400 isn't that much, is it? Okay... yeah, it definitely is. If only I was rich.
And I kind of feel like my melted slush right now. Growing hot with the raging heat. Waiting for something to do.