It’s not my birthday for another few weeks, but you know what would be nice? My first kiss. My first kiss that I actually count as my first kiss. But not just from anyone, from one person in particular. Because I’ll be 17. And I don’t really want to be 17 and never really legitimately kissed. But it’s not going to happen. Which is okay, I guess. But still.
Anyway. Today was long and boring. But I’m nearly finished with my halloween costume, so that’s good.