Spring Fever

Yesterday, despite my gastronomical misadventures, I was in a great mood. It was almost like being in love. I couldn't get over it. I was happy as a clam all damn day for no apparent reason other than I just was. Genuinely happy and friendly and considerate and all those things that I would love to be everyday if shit didn't get in my way. I wanted to sit at the beach. I wanted to sing in the sun. I wanted to learn how to play the guitar.

Instead, I spread my sunshine all over the office and went to the shoe store to exchange my super awesome new Converse that were the wrong size ('cause I'm a dumbass). Unfortunately, the store no longer had the super awesome style in my size, so I went with...

And you know what? I'm walking on sunshine still today. It's a gorgeous LA day, I had fruta for breakfast, I woke up to one of my favorite songs playing in my head, and how can you not have a great day with pink Chucks. Impossible.

*yes, my feet are huge. Keeps me stable.