Fact. Usually when I read things that I've written in the past (i.e. journal entries, short stories, school papers, etc.) I am really embarrassed at how immature I am. Especially when it's fairly recent.
Fact. I was reading some old blog posts today, and I don't actually hate them.
Fact. Actually I kind of like them.
I mean obviously some of them were kind of over dramatic and immature and stupid, but overall they're not that bad.
*insert abrupt subject change here*
Guess what? I'm going to Lake Powell next week! And I'm going with the world's cutest little boys in the whole world!
Are you jealous yet? I sure am!
Love and kisses,
Dani